Rust Stains

The wind lashes secrets..
Frosty and bitter like emotions
Mascara runs like silent tears
Hidden behind sunken eyes
As the sky weeps just for her
Desperately raining forgiveness
Sympathy for a crooked grin
An uncompassionate face
Just as apathetic as an obituary
The thought crosses her mind
So she giggles callously
Almost home...

She can almost smell the cigarettes
Feel the intrusion of cockroaches shiver beneath her skin
Another chortle
Another round of vicarious regret from Zeus
So unclean... So gloriously filthy...
A thousand showers will never wash away rust stains
It will always linger, imprinted in the fabric
Will forever tattoo her palms
Etched like kisses of a scar
Permanently stitched inside her cerebrum
Finally home..

Back to desolate abandonment
Where the walls bleed sinister nostalgia
And the hallways shriek violin trauma
Just the glycerol taste of oblivion
The shallow void of her tranquility
Not enough...
Her glass dick won't screw her into abyss anymore
To much..
Eternity awaits her.. along with her now deceased lover
His crimson inspires her impatient release
Her serenity embodied in a box cuter
The same blade that provided his nirvana
No such thing as home..

Smiles everyone
Bliss is only minuets away
Shatter the mirror first
Reapers provide new identities
Tragedy is a lovely thing
Disaster is admirably alluring
She just wants deaths smoldering affection
The lithe caress of lithium based silver
Quick.. Touch her
She's sick
Medication for the broken and troubled
That's it.. Jagged and harsh
Just as the speculum of his strawberry gashes..
Bye-bye beautiful
Bye-bye
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