A siren sets off in her head,
to escape this inner silicone
and from staying in this black
milk rotting for way too long.
Her tears are those of teardrops
coating the whole surface salty.

(see her smile, see her smile.)

You never took a chance to
foresee behind that roguish smile,
lies peeling off her vulgar tongue.
Her shell is slowly breaking, pieces
of her you avariciously take, will
these severed pieces, reveal her?

(watch her rend, watch her rend.)

Becoming melted fractures on
the ground, and eradicates herself,
because the truth is long gone.
She is not saporous anymore because
she never was in the beginning...
foaming, shattering in the end.

(feel her die, feel her die.)