......

your veins hang
from a bicycle chain
never the same 
fingers to blame 
oh i was there
i saw the mess in your hair
down the stairs
with no care
apathy would follow
into your dark hollow
shallow shell
sounds of a broken bell
closing the gates of hell
on your knees you fell
with a smirk of oh well
stockings torn
body twisted in your form
resembling a bulls horn
and beat like a porn
deep as a paper plate
no love, just hate
jealousy in weight
climbing at higher rate
well fuck you
well fuck you
well fuck you
we'll fuck you.