I Love This One

You Pick And Pick
But Their Is Nothing There
Doesnt Matter
The Stench Still Lingers
You Laugh At My
Blood Filled Tears And
Open Wounds And
Darkened Hands And Face
When The Birds Really Do
Look Golden
And The Sky Did
Turn To Black
I Looked And Laughed At You
You're East And I'm West
You're "Man" And I'm Pink
My Eyeliner Traces Your
Broken Broken Body On The
Cold And Rough Floor
And Its Not Nail-Polish On
My Finger Nails
Its Your Rotting Flesh From When
I Choked And Scratched Your
Face In A Dream

♥Jon