Lana

  You say it hurts
   But it`s because you want it to
   When you hang with those folks
    Who slice,kick and spit
    Cut and deceive
   Well....let`s keep it brief

  If you want to return
  To a place where death grows
   Then
  You can stay there and burn
  Or hang that light from a stick

   Now it`s blackness you seek
    And to dirt you will go
   Because that monster has grown
   Into six and six..... not complete
   Keep telling those lies
    Stare blanks from your eyes

    No grace.
     No time to pose.
      No fallen Venus
     Even in repose.
     Not deep.....But shallow in the dark
      Empty promises are your art.