She stares out among the chrome lined walls... shiny lust and devious mistrust .. in something that deceives with gaining loss of luck..
eyes weary, tired and spent, ambition lost...tis absent, bound to steel cuffs on the wall rusting into them as all hope falls..
caged inside by her flaming obsession... the knife, the blade.. her Lil addiction,her friend.. her growing mission,to be more then her depression..,forgotten how to breathe lost to her cut up dimensions,....angles
retraced in aggravation,..bleeding something cold and vile..dark and putrid,...disgusting .. but worth while clawing out of her veins like a beast...slithering on the floor into a puddle of regret...a scarlet disk of her sorrows...shes battered...torn, she wastes away... shes a breeding ground for her sins...
a seduction of no morals .... a hand carved story written in blood letter... splayed in ripped up pieces from her notebook in a mache of dirty thoughts .... left out to the next person for purpose of secret lessons no teacher has taught,...... she was nutting more then the prophecy she left... the chrome lined walls told her so.... spoke in hushed whispers and bleeding cuts... "one who feels, feels what learned they must." in that moment she found all her pain was concocted out of lust.. crying acid tears in a massive rush.... burning her body into a pile of useless dust.... carried away by a breeze of warm breath... the next person to discover what happens wen your on CHRYSTAL METH.........X
