a/n - this is complete and utter shit that i don't understand. if anyone's bothering to read this, enjoy. (ps - to anyone that i know...eric dumped me. so...fuck...lol...)


plastic flowers
burst and blossom
(carnage creations)
a faded graffiti
in your underground garden.

so I pick broken bouquets
that slice my fingers
open screaming
and leave me gasping
and grasping for more.

you watch this all
this petty search for prettiness
from your shattered window
and sneer as I stoop
because you saw me wince.

but I bring you the mangled mess of
stick stems fake petals
and drop them in a vase of
blood and piss
to make sure that they stay dead.