what she said

Tunes in my head: Tarkus by Jordan Rudess
Atmosphere: Mediocre

what she said were warming words
until they dry and break to ice
lullaby echoes jumper cable sparks
facades that appear so pure
games she played hide in grass
"i smoke because i hope
for boys to come, for early death
fifteen a stick and she calls again"

what she said were sickly sweet
consumable dependable always broken
"my only desire is to die"
and she'd smile and fall some more
it breaks the bone
and away with a smile on her face
it's not worth much everyone gets
watered down bootlegged whiskey shots

what she said were words of trust
how soon is now when it's so far away
"my one desire is under threat"
when she smiled and cheeks went rosy red
and so she broke and fell so far
and got picked up by the faithless
it's rather ignoble and it's pure at once
expect in her own perception, her own closed circles