Connecting wires fuelled by dried-up desire and splashes of
Chanel No.5; eaten up by fantasies and masked in urban decay,
A monument to patience and glossy new coats of crimson revenge;
Death will flirt and burlesque until you are seduced and smothered in
The lips of the earth.
Moonlight dripping, glistening like the poison that ices his lips;
No friendly drop for Juliet, but we all have to dig our own graves,
Descend the stone-cold walls of hell, as dark as her eyelashes.
Broken glass and fabricated depravities, venomous and
Clouded with cocaine and gold dust, toxic clouds of perfume,
A powder of vampiric tendencies, buried like a knife, up to the hilt in
Your worthless flesh, you waste of skin.