Tiava

i
eat up all the men before i clean them.
even with you in my mouth i'm a tender little
lucifer - The equivalent of mantra deposits
deep in a well of disregard. many people tripping
in the shiny grass with adam; snakes wrapped
around cemetaries bright for naked playing,
toss down from the trees. we want graveyard
births in the bed born bite to keep them
warm. now i'm an example of something
you can take care of, and i don't even feel
any differently about my self. cause hey, blood
shouldn't taste like that. this idea of
innocence, sick. i'll ask you again.
again, again, again - what happened that day?
when did i start feeling the attraction
to the green dress the castle cast off in
the matrix you're working so hard for? probly
right when you said not to eat the secret. this is
major therapy: let me wash you with
one slow decadence approaching. you won't
deny it and i'm gonna keep on laughing while i
like it toward me... somebody else feels
pretty good about it, too, and i bet you
could guess who it is