The Most Beautiful Thing

She awoke from the longest dream
They called it life but it felt like something in between
Cut away fake fat leave her in strife, draw the syringe to dim the need
Made the mistake to hold in all her screams

The festering wound
From the test in the womb
Sealed with a deadly kiss
How fucking beautiful is this?
As beautiful as death

She climbed out from the wisdom sack and tied a mattress to her back
So she’d have a place to crash on the smack while the rapists attack
She tied her arm prophetically off
Inserted the bliss to escape from the norm
Nailed her palms till reality stopped
Inverted the calm who called forth the storm

Her body blooms then is drenched and left to wallow in doom
And cannot see that the end is coming soon
She’s caught in the vortex and is swallowed into the cesspool
But how fucking beautiful is this dude?