false

[Ragga_Wh0re]

she gathers her sanity
rises from the smoldering blue ashes
free of filth
inventorys so painful
rejuvinating
her tattered leather wings
cover her naked flesh
tip toes over the rotting corpses
maggots everywhere
vultures at her heel

close
inhale
atop the sacraficial alter she lay
fetal position
proded with daggers and insense
beautiful abomination
pray for this lamb
tears could fall if she wasnt so numb
she whispers one last i love you into the wind
it graces your cheek bones now
chills down spine
seek what is false
truth leads you blind