Poor Girls have Pulses too.

Splatter the Gasoline on my Shame, if you get a chance and have some change. Flick the Burning cigarette to Spark the Flames. Help me Stop feeling So much with my Stupid Eyes, but Delapitate my Brain. Poke me with Syringes and make me Numb. Strap my mouth Shut. Only obscenities come out. And that's far less informational than what i Would much more rather than not, Shout!...

Wait an hourglass sand second and i'll Most Likely React, with Actions i wish didn't transform into Fact. Officially? Well it was Never nor ever is official. You can Keep Dreaming, and i'll keep Wishing. Crucial Pushes, they Seem that way. But in Reality, its more or less, a Game, i can Fake, but can't Strategically yet play.



Confess something i Want Audible and Body Fluid Clear. Does that Make Sense? Probably not to you Dear. Pure pills are Easily Accepted. They're far less Dangerous, Easily Dissected. No ifs, and buts, and well ands... Unpassionate and Objective.

Your Turn to Say Something, she didn't already Pick apart. Good Luck Pretending to Be Genuinely Charming. I've Partaken in that Role too many times for you to Flaunt it. I'll still Humor you If you Indulge me. Fibbing my wit, and how Funny i am. Truly? i Might be Illiterate to your Facial Expressions.

Let's keep Repeating... its Not Lust.

Iron-ore doesn't Translate Well Enough. I'll stick to Fortune Cookies with my Lucky number.

i lay in bed for hours Pretending to be dead-asleep. my mind Races Contemplating previous thoughts of suicide and faces that Deceived me and Never paid mind to my crying. Recurring Nightmares Scare me to Death. Mistakes i made over and Over again, but can Never Do-over. Laying in grass, Frantic to find me four-leaf clovers.

Star-light, Star-bright... i don't see the bitches out tonight. my Only wish lies in my pack of smokes, and that goes Much More Harsher down my throat. Where will i really wake Tomorrow? These Stupid lines in my palms Don't show a Clear Path to Follow.

i Guess i'll just Ignore that red-tape, and those Caution-signs. Tattoo my skin with Blood and Wine. Exhale. i'm still laying here Hysterically Alert, and Obviously Obsessed, feeling around for Consolation; feeling a Lot Less Patient.

If i scratch my head, will the Answers Come to me? i mean, i Saw it Work in the movies and on t.v.

You're feeling Lucky? Let's Go Gamble what's left of my Sanity on telephone wires. Torch my clothes, set my car on Fire. Stamp my pictures with Chorus-boys and Liars. Curled up into a ball. Roll me Down a cliff. Polish up new Scars. i'll leave one on Your Mouth. Tie You Up in Threads, just to Watch you Scream and Pout.

Maybe i've been Asleep this Entire Time.



Goodnight.

Sweet Dreams.

Goodbye.