One last taste
before i'm gone...

We danced this night while memories hung above
Like little paper lanterns illuminating the sky...

Parades are riots
Dances in war...

I'm sorry that I am not perfect
Because I know how wonderful perfection is...

Piercing instances of what I well-know
Surface like oil paintings on my heart...

Never standing
Stoic doll...

She was born with a ribbon
Tied around her wrist...

They shoved them down her throat
Until her head became a big pink pill...

She sat in the corner
Scared of their lies...

Rose petals falling all around my head
I don't think, no I don't think they're very red...

Can you wear that pillow case
On your head...

She wants to feel
she makes it bleed...