Set me on fire and don’t let the rain pour
Leave me indifferent
Dishonor, I choose to come to light
Run as fast as you can
Fast as your legs will let you
I have crusted your rosy lips
Covered your freckled face with tears
Dried up your ocean eyes
And tainted your beautiful mind
For I’m not what you need
I’m the foundation of your heartbreak, the seed
The sun that burns bright in you
Will soon weaken if you stay
Please, I beg…  
Mercy is not your obligation
Set me on fire and don’t let the rain pour
The scent of liquor and stains of red wine
Dirtied the sheets
Along with my innocence and your elation
I have shamed you, you deserve more.
Please! Set me on fire and don’t let the rain pour…

are they blind?
are they oblivious to the screams and desires of that ******* Rosendo Lane?
are they so arrogant & self-absorbed that they can’t tend to her bleeding wrists?
do they not feel her blood drip upon their heads?
do they not feel the tears that fall from the eyes of that ******* Rosendo Lane?
that girl who’s voice is lower than the hum of hummingbird’s song
that girl who smiles
but underneath there’s a war
a war that’s bigger than you and I
and in the midst of that war is a girl picking blood covered daisies with              
an unfeigned smile laying upon her bright face
that girl was once the girl that lives on Rosendo Lane
that girl just waits for the war to be over
she dodges knives and guns
while her host cries and doesn’t have the willpower to let the knives and guns drop
within her

SHE sings with war
But SHE talks with tremble
SHE strides with flowers at her feet
And SHE stands with rose thorns
SHE whispers sweet nothings into HIS ear
Until they bleed…
SHE stabs her dagger
Into dissembled hearts and TURNS and TURNS and TURNS
Oh! How SHE’S too frightened to tell HER truths
While others bathe in HER misdemeanors
SHE…SHE…SHE… SHe…she…
she is no more