e

End
(by me)

Again.

She spins and spins and spins.

Drips sugar spooned poison pen promises,
while the soul drips fluid from paper cranes,
remorse.

The say she makes good,
fakes good,
takes good.

Whispered hesitation,
resuscitation,
masturbation,
manipulation.

Watch her spine bend and break,
bend and break,
oh darling, crush the floor with me.

In diamond culled clinging passion fruit,
madness,
watch it dangle and drain.

Here she comes,
here she comes,
here she comes.

Fallen idols,
lit cigarette holed stockings,
the rips slip slid slide.

His teeth sink in,
deeper still.

Begin.

Swamp Thing :: The Chameleons

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