The Inspirational Kill

The Inspirational Kill

She sheds her hope to feed it again
To feed the song, she longs for again
To feed the song, she eats the pen
Swallows it whole and eats it again

She blinds herself in the blackest hole
She lies unclothed and designs her soul
She hides behind the science she stole
And dies while trying to convince them all

Blood is worshipped like artist to muse
Stuck in this s**t as she started to puke
Sucked up the sick she bombarded to use
And picked up the pen, off of her shoes

The shedding is gone, grow back the skin
Where the soul is lost, grow back a limb
She wrote the song she longed to begin
But she swallowed it whole and ate it again

Violetta Alexis-Copyright 2011