Cult of the cosmos

The insane leading the blind

An assassinated innocent

Let’s just say the church bathroom is still a holy place

And key smiths are still upstanding citizens

And you are still a delusion

And I’m still an orphan

I hallucinate blood on my knees every time I skate

The zipper on my black skirt is breaking

Milk leaks between my teeth

Instead of pomegranate juice

And the only fucking hands I hold are my own

I am no thief

I am no revolutionary

My ribs are a puzzle Einstein wouldn’t attempt

I love the taste of the scale dropping

Tastes dirty, sinful

Im killing myself slowly and nobody notices

I still fall asleep nine years old

And I still talk to brick walls in my spare time