She was leaning against the wall
Blood soaked as it was
She leaned
Against it
Cigarette inbetween her
Finger...sss
{Poison never looked so sinful}
and she was
Shouting in her hysteria
{Upper lip lowered to hide her
...
curse}
But like I said
She was shouting
To the world
To the moon
To our Gods
That the Apocalypse is coming
And she'd be damned
Before it takes her
And fucks her
Over and
over
and
over
and
over
Her exact words
And they stung
They stung hard
and
Can you believe it
That I believed them?
Not only did I believe it
{Them, it, whatever}
I believed
Every.single.word.
Naivety becomes you
It does
but
Let's go back
To the time when I stepped into
the
Lion...ess' den
I figured she was a
Painter
{More like a Demon, a God}
A painter
let loose from the
mental hospital
{Hell}
too soon
and that her only
therapy
her psychotherapy
was painting the walls
in a mad frenzy
(of red -- the color of rage)
to hide her insanity
(or show it)
But no
that wasn't it
and that wasn't paint
She was a demon
A bloodsucking demon
Sputtering conspiracy theories
Lies and truths
She was reality
and
Jesus Christ
That's even scarier
Than my hallucinations
My delusions
Conclusions
Naive no more
We're all damned
and I
Sacrifice myself to this God
To this Devil
She accepted
Three pounds to her wall
More paint
For her pleasure
