Sex Cemetery
We stepped beside the sidewalk of sex cemetary
Undressed and left for dead
They pressed see-thru silver cups of blood to their preciious lips
Swallowed behind bladed jagged teeth
Something inside screamed softly, "Follow me!"
Into devious dreams
Twenty-seven skeletons fell from a sky of celibate minds
Traveling through time
Narcissist of pride unraveling like a dolled up televised bride
Erase the paint and peel the veil to reveal sunken dead black eyes
Red flesh blemished and trashed
With a scratched white chipped mangled twisted spine
So explicitly alive
It's six past seven as she arrives with legs spread and says
"May I be the apple of your eyes."
A lie
She leaves then dies like autumn leaves
It's only her name that lives
It's a shame she gives and gives some more
Just a whore for lust
She lives and lives some more
In the valley of sex cemetary
We saw deep inside, such an incite, and decided it's best to step away
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