Seek out the skeletons on every surface
Your no fun if you go to bed first
Those days were dark & merciless
You recited lies to my pretty face
I forgave you;
Lord knows we both sin
My fortune predicts I won't win
Cause you're already tasting that drip;
And you crave the bitterness

You can't cure him with charisma
And your love won't liberate him
So say your prayers till your voice is strained
100 Hail Marys won't alter this game

-Kellie A. Scranton

When you can't go outside in the cold
Cause it hurts your bones;
And you've caused self inflicted mayhem
On every surface of your skin
When the night is your only cherished friend
It comforts your deceiving soul
And sings you a fast tempo lullaby

-Kellie A Scranton

She said;
Once I heal from all these chemical burns
I'll exude forgiveness
You'll be impressed by my emotional stability
And my lack of vulnerability
I'll be such a gentle *****
You lose sight of when our roles switched
I have another dimension to my soul now
All the knives are out of my throat now
All the stories are rewrote now
It's impossible to detect the dishonesty in my voice

You wound me up like a spiral staircase
Predictable like my weekdays
Fluent in enticing my reactions
I forgave you of toxic infractions
You could draw my body freehand
I sunk into you like quicksand

She exuded an east coast essence
She was dripping in party girl pearls
Her looks weren't her only weapon
She was closer to heaven than most girls

She smoked outside, all Bambi eyed
Decadence running through her veins
The one she loved so tragically died
She left claw-marks on his remains

If you looked deep into her eyes
She'd forever be your muse
She was a beautiful enigma
A shot of your favorite *****

She could predict your future
Along with tomorrow's news
Suitors tried to consume her
But none of them sparked her fuse

No one discovered the depths
Of her beautifully abstract mind
It takes a certain hunger
To conquer a spirit so unrefined

Tonight she makes an entrance
One like your never seen
She's chain-smoking, and ego stroking
Surrounded by local fleas

She has them wrapped up in conversation
They're hanging on to her every word
To find someone more charismatic
You'd have to scour the entire earth

She's gods proudest creation
She's critically acclaimed
A coastal variation
In an ocean of the same