within her lunacy.

Her tongue is blistered Rough as old boot leather As she cowers in the alleyways of her saloon soul drunk on whiskey Tending those forever burning scares upon her aching flesh Bloodstained blackest fur intermeshed Her heart of gold rusty mess Leaking from the bottle beside those inflictions her mind never escapes Dripping within the chaos Just the stone walls that bind her covered with droning scratches That Peirce ears to bleed matching her face As it scream's For consideration She dug away the beauty outside Inviting the worms to fiesta Between the seeping shadows of a beauty queen The darkness talented Twists the pole of life a deathly Smell of sulfur dioxide Breathing within her face Elegantly airless dancing Trancing the sorrowful heart Time ticks on as her Wounds deepen Her tongue Imbedded between thorns Bleeding the silence Her mind scream's for Across the saloon alley floor Death avoiding her suffering soul One the shadows find comfort within a host All triumph becomes the aching Just the burning wounds Invitation for the critters Damnation Weaving pretty patterns To see within her lunacy .