Destruction of the Mannequins in 1st Book...

Plastic you and Plastic me.
A plastic Dick, A plastic Kiss.
And, Everything we love, Is everything we miss.
I thought I saw the truth, Bathing in her eyes.
All I saw were Snakes, Writhing in her lies.

She has a Halo made of thorns and Wings of razor blades.
A smile like a serpent, a gift of Suicide.
She will embrace you softly.
She will whisper in your ear.
Suffocate you slowly.
And, Laugh at your Despair.

I love her lies.
I hate her lust.
I mistook her knives for words
And, Her sullen touch for trust.
I wish I could have kept her, Just for one more day.
That’s okay.
I look better when you walk away.

I have stared into a shattered mirror for most of my existence.
Beholden to my lies, my broken reflection.
The words that cut like knives and the glares that broke me down.
I am twisted up within myself, like a Grotesque, Cojoined twin.
Just waiting for the bus, Watching… The Destruction of the Mannequins.

Last updated July 31, 2018