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Shame is your god.

A cyanide cross, with death.

Burying her mother’s grave.

With blankets of dust and screams.

You drink your vodka bones and play with;

Morphine flowers.

Drugged, she sleeps with tragedy.

Spiral stairways and cold sex, with candy razors heaving bloody;

Her smile in opium warmth.

The fireplace dancing demonic (with absinthe).

You drink your vodka bones and play with;

Morphine flowers.

Drugged, she sleeps with tragedy.

Like dirty needles, just waiting to die.

With Verlaine silence and hidden needles.

Her weeping flesh is alone.

Broken bones are bruised.

In dying green eyes.

You will not find me here.

You drink the eyelids of Harum's.

Walking through graveyards.

Like empty temples of murder.

Let us worship nameless streets.

Cold, the books wet with teeth.

With needles resting, in her arms.

You drink your vodka bones and play with;

Morphine flowers.

Drugged, she sleeps with tragedy.