Her body
Woven by Madames of Midnight
Come to take away your pain
Her mind
Lifted from a place of forgotten
madness
Luring you
To take unto her, the conscious
being that is your sight
So yoou can't tell when she is
robbing you blind

The Perception of a Sucker:

She speaks the sweetest words
With bitter, yet delicious intentions
Sugarcoated lips securing rough
textures, touchable on a
hallucinagenic high

The Perception a The Sucker:

She speaks the sweetest words
With devious, yet delicious
intentions
Sugarcoated lips securely fasten
once dormant chest pressure
Pressure building from yesterday's
catch
From yesterday's repetitive future

Her potential sits like an indian,
cradling her greed and disgust for
progression
You can see she bore twins
But the father skipped town on a
3am train and now resides with worms

Her legs have been shaved to the
point of revealing muscle tissue
Dripping below her ankles to leave
a bare, red trail into tomorrow
A trail matching her lips

Whispering. . .

"You know where I'm going, but did
you see me coming?"