The Symphony of Her Pain

The audience pours in the doors; sitting down in their unstable seats,
Bullets playing that musical song of suicide; only unclear minds can hear,
The dancing of needles around fragile arm; another shot of heroin to the brain,
Another blood covered sheet from one moment of fun; scars line the conductor's arm.

Tight shirts and pants that are too small; showing off all of her arrogance,
Her arms sway as she makes all the pain come to a symphonic sound; her laughter like daggers to the heart,
As the symphony makes it's lovely song; people slowly fall one by one,
Their pain is giving everyone the ending they always wanted; one that ends with a bang.

One more round of pain for those that find pleasure in being so vein; their eyes attracted to their mirror,
The audience is falling over the balconies for an encore; as the last audience member falls,
The symphony of needles and tight pants comes to an end; the end that went out with a bang,
The young girl, the conductor herself pulled the trigger just for the perfect ending; the ending with a bang for the symphony of her pain.