Acidic Art

Was the High of it Worth it?

You must have thought blackout was prettier, or something

because you ripped the lace when my clogged voice couldn't beg you to stop

If I would have had the energy to scream, I would have

If I could see any clearer than the dusty starlight, I might remember

You might have stopped at the fear in my weak expression, 

But because you didn't care about my hazed eyes, 

I let them close when I could no longer keep them open.

You lost your charm that night, 

when I felt you tear my innocence apart;

when I was just a wall to drill your nail into

-A wall you'd forget about-

I'd like to think the violin in the next room 

Was what made my helpless body look enchanted

And you just wanted to be a part of my orchestra

But that sounds like beauty, 

and there was nothing beautiful about it.