She paints her face like death
Plague rides on her breath
Spine is a bridge to brain full of rain
Sorrow cruises through her veins
A thousand screaming lovers
Grasp at you from her eyes as she utters,
"Kiss me"

When I was little,
I used to light fireworks
Now I find myself,
Lighting cigarettes
And I'm developing
All of these bad habits
Your tongue is in her mouth
And you take photos
Go away
Happiness is meant for you
I think I'll just stay here.

She makes the sand,
the sand seep away.
Little locket on her chest,
with her steps a gentle sway.
Though her eyes cast
a tender gaze,
her fiery heart sets the sky ablaze.

Dry rain and dry puddles,
never will she stop.
'Til she stumbles to her knees,
the dusty ground, fiercely hot.
She cries out in pain
and laughs through tears,
a withered smile
of withered years.

She sees me.

Her faces relaxes,
her lungs give out,
her limbs betray her
and with one final strain she says:
*I can't hate.

Charlotte Caron
Where have you gone?
You must have run away.
The men you date,
You are half their age
And yet you make them
Marmalade

Brazen collarbones
Alabaster dream
Jutting out like little wings
Pouty grin
Ready to fire quicker
Than any takers
Girl, you sit there,
And I can tell
You want to watch
Men burn

Babe, I **** time with a dagger
But believe me, it isn't as fun
As it was killing time with you