Pink Suicide
Under lover's lane, she warms her cheek against my chest
and this pink spotlight grasps yet another cancer of mine.
The tide of chemical explosions and natural high parts
And until he's finished passing by,
I dare not display her lipstick on my collar.
There's notes between him and her,
which if I could grasp and read upon a piano,
would play melodies of, "regret, sin, and secrets."
Sometimes a note escapes my lips and I blush.
[to the girl with the pink highlights]
"Magenta glowing so bright it cuts, a veil of pink extending from my seclusion to your disaster. Such a pretty wreck. And like an angel you cast me into the depths of guilt and shame, but sanctified shall be your name, for cursing someone with scars like yours would be heresy and anathema…"
