Yours to Waste

"You are the one I want and what I want is so unreal." - Marilyn Manson "Deformography"

The clockwork decays in a frost

Of discarded ideas.

The key spins into orbit,

This damn thing won't start.


In a rain of black and

chemical paste, the silver paint

Is washed away,

The thoughts collapse; stripped naked

and fragile.


My plastic nails draw red

Beneath the surface of what

You thought you wanted.

The fetishes have fallen away.

My sanity is yours to waste.

The End

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