Black Massacre.

she melts in her hands
I feel like a dirty black sedan
to see it melt inside the night
makes me see
all the stars on fire.

she kisses all the boys
I feel like that when im absolutely stoned
to see it melt inside the night
makes me see
all the bodies are on fire.

take me on, in the shadows of your secret cliche
and give me nighttime medicine to kill the pain
of disappointment, rejection, and definite lows
take me on, in the death of what we know
and give me a lullaby to kill the seeds

Drip- Drop

she melts like cane
when its tickled by her name
it taste like wax until the candle dries on my skin
she colors like me
when shes tempted by a new flame
it taste like corduroy this black massacre

and I wont be the same without you, I wont forget the ways to entice you
I wont be the death of you, but i wont forget the life in you

she eats in the car
with music from boys she wants to bed
and it strangles the day
to see her in so much sexual pain
its like a cosmic crash,
a nebula, a full on facial mask
its such a lovely task
when she is me and I am she, again.