she wants to play with your

h.e.a.d

--

mess/you/up

andspinspinspin

into ecstasy

--
fuckedup

she

s.c.r.e.a.m.s

in what could be

pleasure could be pain

(could be any

cliché of living in your scars)

--

living in a reality of

k.n.i.v.e.s

where

skin/breaks/down

into shreds of fantasy

--

she might find you

orgasmic lust,

might find you

monstrous love.

--

cleared/that/shit

fuckedup

she's a

m.a.n.i.a.c:

padded walls

save her

stunned

--

head

echoing, she screams,

a manic when forced to see knives:

m.e.m.o.r.i.e.s

are killer

worse than drugs