Rosebloomwrist

she spoke of paradise, while sinning in the heavens


oh my heart is a hearse

[let it die]


what a waste

she writes her name in the dirt

picking roses with her teeth until her tongue starts to hurt

what a waste

she traced a cross on her wrist

she stood there aghast with pins in her flesh


she spoke of paradise while sinning in the heavens

but I see nothing worth the spit upon the soil


physco, suffer


lovesick until the vomit tastes of bliss

humidity stretches under the frail flesh

she’s running out of bones to pick

no flowers, no funeral

REST IN PISS


she keeps her suffering well fed

I count the sins on her neck

she traced a cross on her wrist

and carved my name in her chest


psycho

suffer

psycho

suffer with me


oh my heart is a hearse

[let it die]


she spoke of paradise, while sinning in the heavens

but I see nothing worth the spit upon the soil