RUNAWAY
mexican girl
gold ring in her naval
white cotton tank top
and baggy blue jeans
sucking through brillo
her reason for living
filling her mind
with nightmares and screams
giving it up
for her glass messiah
soothing the savage
she angers the beast
chasing the rush
with aimless devotion
she collides with the sun
and cries herself to sleep
groping the boredom
of middle class losers
selling her pleasures
to feed her disease
she's somewhere else
when nine to five probes her
pretending the fingers
are fingers of kings
one day, somewhere
alone in a motel
naked and crawling
she runs out of ledge
still in her hand
the pistol is smoking
and her eyes are open
open eyed dead
gold ring in her naval
white cotton tank top
and baggy blue jeans
sucking through brillo
her reason for living
filling her mind
with nightmares and screams
giving it up
for her glass messiah
soothing the savage
she angers the beast
chasing the rush
with aimless devotion
she collides with the sun
and cries herself to sleep
groping the boredom
of middle class losers
selling her pleasures
to feed her disease
she's somewhere else
when nine to five probes her
pretending the fingers
are fingers of kings
one day, somewhere
alone in a motel
naked and crawling
she runs out of ledge
still in her hand
the pistol is smoking
and her eyes are open
open eyed dead
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