pristine slut and your dirt-stained body. even anti-bacterial soap can't clean you now.. even perfume can't mask the scent of his hands all over your skin. your bedroom eyes never shone so dimly, little whore. what's the matter? got something to say? hallucination child with your suicide eyes and your crazy mind and your tortured soul.. press down a little harder this time- leak out the impurities, cleanse the blade in your crimson holy water. suicide fairy with your useless not-so-golden halo.. fly away from this place on your cubic zirconium-studded wings and cry away all your saline 'cause you know those wings could never pass for diamonds out there. heroin goddess with your frail bones and your aching skin.. how you gonna hide the needle holes, pretty girl? how you gonna cover the blade lines this time? conformity is a sin, and i, just another sinner like the next, and the next, and the ones after that. and even time won't tell what will become of me.