She's Profane

She was baptized with Jack Daniels
And toxic brackish integrity
The essence of damned chapels
Becomes her torment of false austerity

Morbid paintings of lost serenity
Collage the dwellings of her chambers
And mirror her fragile empathy
Whilst whispers of abyss now claim her

She plummets past the depths of sanity
Into the loving arms of her fiends bliss
Her delusional visions of incorrigible reality
Are nurtured by a manipulators maleficent kiss

She mocks superstition amongst the owls
A harlot of faith provoking sin
She clips the wings of intuition most foul
Just as the harmony of a malicious violin

Perhaps her soul is a chemical imbalance
Or maybe the result of genetic deformity
Regardless, her heart is bleeding spiteful malice
And lacks the fortune of any serendipity