Her lipstick venom with a blood stained tank top, I'm an upbeat victim on a vertical bed,
shackled and locked.
She's my sinister nurse she administers pain, like a clinical curse swiftly corrupting my veins,
one eyes forced open, one eyes sewn shut, one heart gets broken while the other one's left
covered in blood.
Asylum love fell for her shy little smile, tried to bait me in for her next human trial.
The sickness goes viral as I'm lured to the test room, my senses bloom
like I'm probably dead soon.
I barely could think, let alone could I contemplate, that my own fate was to be shatter by the first date.
Forgot where it went, all the love in her locket, guess we've been spent by the drugs in my pocket.
I looked to her eyes like she had something different, only to realize that my lenses were twisted