Pull
the
trigger
*****

Russian roulette
with your best friend
Your mind
Your weapon

set
to
self-destruction

Blowing it's load
In the face
of Mother Nature
The all organic
*******

Where you abort
your best ideas
for fear they'll
take over
Without you
and your
mother *******
Oedipal complex

We would never be here
trying to go back in time
again

We would never be here
blowing our minds
back to Nirvana

We would never be here
if it wasn't
for a trigger-finger
itch

I Held her hand through the chaos
when the sky came falling
it was just us
and the rest 
of the star stuff

coming
colliding
crashing

planes 
of 
space
time
and 
all­ 
in 
between
her lips

The Goddess
in the flesh
emanating
forcefields of
****** up
electromagnetic
heartbeats
projecting
purging
protecting
conne­cted
like the light that graces us
Even as we're tearing
through the Mayhem
Even if she tears at herself
with a razor
leaving everlasting marks
of loneliness
She's still 
******* beautiful to me
Her anti-battlescars
Her wrist tattoos
to cover up the marks
and make pain into art

Ultra violent
visions
of
grandeur
gracefully
spill the blood
of lost innocence
in the lust of the moment
I lunged for her throat
swallowed her moans
and left her writhing
in bed
beating her heart out
bleeding her love out
battling demons
of my ****** up
electromagnetic
heart
I left a war
in her head
waived the white flag
and walked away

Like God
leaving her to
her own
destructive
device

*Her Body
Her Weapon
Her Choice

Slipping a hand up
Reality's skirt
trying to deliver a message
finger-*******
a spiral dance
of synchronicity
summoned back in time
to a past life regression
passed little transgressions

In Heaven's mirror
God takes selfies
In our self-righteous
reflection

Like he's got something to prove
But there's always something to prove

We possess ourselves with
a reality so oppressed
for feeling guilt
in living the dream
With no one left to impress