there she is on the pedestal lined in rubies
tear lined tiara fashion upon a, crosshatched bone
your a skeleton in my store window

her bullets are masquerade parties
lined with elaborate collar kisses
she brings the pizzaz
prancing down the grand staircase
as the glistening chandelier
makes you sparkle and shine

scalp your head with diamonds
and ill march along them
peeling away your flesh
longing your demise

llegal trade relations between a zombie and his creator
i sit here waiting for the next time when ill stare blankly

wake up im still asleep
whoever said you cant be whatever you dream
im still asleep i cant get up
im stuck inside this nightmare

not a care in the world
until her tears turned to pearls

only i can see the past filled with masks and flasks
yelling tasks upon rats rapping mats onto flaccid scabs
force feeding tabs fucking pink filled with tacks