Transfixed on my cigarette, ashes burning

Wipe the blood on my kitchenette

Tongue fattened my lungs blackened

Limbs are next, body getting thin as stick insects

Decomposing in my chair

Skin sticky, a slick sickly pigment in the skin, get with me

I may be dying soon but i still hit tricky

Nark scolding

Glancing to the side, dance manikins alive

Frantic panicking,granted i’m a mantis in the eye

Chanting in my mind, it’s fantasy, a lie

Languish, divine anguish, twist my ankle on the climb

Stained wine glass shards litter the ground

Cutting deep, bloody feet, not emitting a sound

A drunken stupor, slowly sipping it down

Moon peeking in my windows, deep colors, meek shutters

Freeze under, a fool leaping onto brimstone

Red velvet carpets gathering dust

Fireplace spewing paper and old magazine smut

Don’t bother talking to me, I’m a bore

Won’t foster a mean posture, don’t see what’s in store

I don’t want you, don’t want me

I don’t want to know you, don’t know me