under the influence.

under the influence

and what great god is this?
black spiders crawl, seeking, whispering
spindly little bastards, legs inside
where no one should ever touch
wicked, tempting, closed eyes
head thrown back, listening
to precious lies.
hold them close
feel...
at home, special.
all lined up.
one, two, three.
you're a beautiful fucking
trainwreck, girl.
a waste of time, a waste of space.
it makes you s p e c i a l
scars, eyes haunted
'give me that
beautiful black hair...
handfuls of it.
i promise you
i'll never lie, and it's nothing, nothing, nothing.
i promise you.
you're S P E C I A L.'
(like all the rest)
stupid girl, foolish
listen to those spiders a while.
that poison, tell me, tell me,
how's it taste?
girls like you don't understand
cyanide
girls like me understand
hate
knowing the truth buried in the decaying carcass of illusion and
misspent evenings
too much, too much, too much
(how'd it taste?)
tell me.
how'd it taste?
this tango with the dogs of hell.
bitter, bitter.
foolish fucking girl, foolish fucking dreams
play your hand, play it well
those cards are s t o l e n.
he'll take them, burn them.
crawl away
before it's too late.
liars, liars.
everything
was on fire that night.