I hear the train in the distance.

A woman with a terrible habit of making

A terrible habit of breaking and scraping away dead thoughts,

as if the flakes of skin on her pretty head isn't quite enough.

Her blood thickens and her heart rate quickens.

A million different people wrapped up into one.

Who the fuck is she now,

She's gone completely insane, lost herself.

Where are they now?

The sound in the distance as the train loses resistance,

And her name.

Her name brightens up the smog that settles over a dusty

seed of an idea that broils in her mind as she screams.

Because she can't recognize the letters.

 

So many different characters she's played.

She should be an actress,

with the way she spins her lies so easily,

into a web for children to play.

and her mouth moves with the rhythm of his lips,

as he make up his mind about her.

As they all call her,

Heart Breaker.

 

This addiction,

is a conviction that grows stronger every day.

She's quite the charmer,

her snake rattling her ribcage,

as the sweet melody of her decietful lies play among her lips,

and the reptile climbs to the top of the pit and hisses,

in a low strung tongue

a whisper that reminisces of days to come

where the only thing left will be a hole that travels through her heart,

because she realizes

for now.

That what she does,

is an addiction.