Here is your dark world
You wanted excitment
Now it is scary, a little
Now there is blood on my face
Life has no plot
Life carries no theme
From one chapter (day)
To the next.

This is your bad girl
Smoking, drinking, anal sex
Fucking crazy girl
Poems are your salvation
I quote, "You can still
TALK TO ME."
What do you want me to say?
It really is this bad.
This is just another day.

Answer me, was it worth it?
One soft sweet girl
Well, you left her
Too soft, too sweet
Now you're back to me
Not too eager to please
Got your bad girl back?
Pretty pictures and
A whore in her head
Makes good dreams.

The world is so pretty
When you fly away from it
I am so sweet when you cry
Nevermind your arms
They are long enough
If I starve enough.
I am not your poet,
Not your salvation
I am your sobbing whore
With blood on her face.