Sat on the leather seat of doom

as I upheld what a sane girl would do.

Told me it seemed as though

my love came out of a box

you wind up to scare little tots.

Maybe I like the attention

the people in my mind provide.

Maybe I like the attention

of the shocked parasite--

the danger of paranoid--

it keeps life on the rise.

Who was it who stated,

"every woman loves a fascist,"

I think she was right.

Pink and blue fluorescent lights

make your blood look ultraviolet,

make your smile look ultra-violent.

Maybe it’s the rush that I miss.

Hold my breath under acid,

kiss your lips until I die.

Drown me in the misery

of what it means

to be the perfect crime

I’ll marry you 'til death do us part

or until you crush my wretched heart.

The games you play, I eat it up,

the way you savoured my lifeline: you cut.

Dust to rust, the pain you keep me in

makes me forget the greatest sin.

Mamma told me don’t make deals

with a man as wicked as a friend of mine

but to be a queen is every girls dream otherwise being the lead of a tragedy.

xx zf