the fall out
By your hurricane
On your altar
Spellbound by a beautiful disaster
That defied all logic
Shredded my sanity
Like sandpaper to chapped lips.
From my crucifix
And did you know your weapon was unexpected?
Because you can’t leave a girl so dizzy and spinning and grasping for a hold on the earth and expect her to catch her balance again.
But I must confess.
Vanity looks so good on you
Like yellow does on blue
One flash of that smile
Threatens your victims to shiver…
Clear the streets
Like your own personal Jesus
Light the world ablaze with your treason
And all hail the great pretender.
comments? please be honest, but not brutally. ;)
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