• A saccharine
    b***h
    A broken home.
    A cellophane
    Whore
    A scribble-wrought tome.
    Nothing left
    A shadow of
    Me.
    Nothing left
    Leaves fallen from their tree.
    This blood that flows down
    Is colored violet
    This blinded eye,
    A sightless white orb,
    Glows in this darkness
    And glows in my heart.
    So corroded and rusted
    The life barely flows
    A forgotten relic,
    A left-behind rose.
    A cracked-glass
    Man
    All bloodied and torn.
    A Steampunk
    Slut
    Left behind in your
    Revolution.