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Dead on Arrival or What Heroin Said to My Best Friend
Drive baby girl
Come find me,
Meet me in St. Louis.
Dark alley ways,
City lights and black men in trench coats.
I can make the pain go away,
I want to be thrown under your current,
I want to calm the ocean in your belly.
Who needs food when I
Can feed you a new definition of,
“White girl wasted.”
I want to float through your bloodstream,
Get you high on my stardust and brown sugar
Make your bones throb and your skin sweat cold
When you try to leave.
You sweet channel swimmer,
Hell is a part of you now.
You will steal from your mother,
Pawn things of your brother’s,
Trust me, you'll lose everything.
Falling from your bones
The flesh of who you use to be.
Sniff my air into
Your cerebrum
I'll turn your genius into dark matter.
Sweetie, we all have galaxies inside us.
You will know what the devil smells like,
Let me clear that passage for you
You, will know
Hell fire in your veins,
You will know what burn really feels like.
I'll teach you how to float outside nerve endings and watch yourself
Nod in and out of this place
In and out of time,
Not a pinch can wake you up from this dream
In and out of universes I can show you.
I'll put red galaxies on your legs,
Itch at them
Try to escape from your own flesh
My sweet girl,
The human skin is so hard to live in
I'll be the binding to keep your pages together...
I'll burn your life story,
Ever
So
Slowly
Until, I run out of your blood stream,
Paper thin.
Ten dollars can buy you my love
For one more night
Count to ten dear…
One: Dear girl, I’ll make you numb.
You’ll forget the past and welcome the future with open arms.
Give it a bear hug,
Feel down for anything.
Two: You’re invincible.
Three: Make sure we have a safe place,
Where no one can walk in on us.
Whether it’s the basement floor
Or in the gas station parking lot.
Find us a safe place.
Four: Hell is something you carry with you,
When you have scars on your heart,
Shaped like fingerprints of all that left you empty,
That only tar can fill.
Five: Roll your Lincoln into a Kaleidoscope,
Inhale my colors and shapes.
Six: Remember our first date?
Oh, it was magical,
You inhaled me like fresh air,
Feeding your mind with my poison,
Some people don't know evil until it has been inside them.
Gutted their souls like fish,
Feasted on their lives
Picked their bones clean, of muscle and curve
Killed the angel on their shoulder
Made their pupils pin points
Almost killed a girl in the passenger seat...
Killed two people at your high school.
Seven: I can make you bulletproof,
You will never stop breathing,
Just keep breathing,
Don’t forget to breathe.
Eight: We can be infinite,
Soaring through a nebula of warm numbness,
Warm racing through your evaporating veins,
I’ll be
Scraping nails along their walls all night.
Nine: I won’t be here in the morning to make you breakfast in bed,
Or play with your hair, or watch TV with you
I'll be long gone
Back in St. Louis
Leaving you with the taste of my sugar
Still evaporating from your tender muscles
Ten: watch your veins turn to black skies
Speckled with comets, love bites,
Spider legs crawling up your body,
To your beautiful gray matter.
My sweet girl, I will kill your memories,
Latch on to your thoughts.
I'll come in waves,
Drown you in my thick tar
I'll make your whole existence
Dead on Arrival
….My dear best friend,
Come back down,
You’re too high I cannot reach your kite string.
Come back to the ground,
I'll make it a bouncy house,
For you to bounce back to me
For a little while longer...
My partner in crime,
It’s hard robbing banks on my own,
In Grand Theft Auto,
I miss watching you play Xbox.
I miss you.
I tried to save you
Please understand,
Please, come back down.
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