this is the taste of madness
deflowered.
-virginal holocaust-
this sickened whore
who's your sunshine sleeping with
these days
or do you know (care)
you walked into a flame with no
thought of being burnt to the core
spread legs and mind like wildflowers
disease this
and now shame laughs in the face
of a thousand strangers you've forgotten
to get to know first
a name maybe, something
more, something
different than coarse handshakes
dripping tongues and you're lying
now
even to yourself
but learning how to get off on the taste of madness
deflowered.
this sickened whore

12/29/2002

Posted on 12/29/2002
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