Addict America

She is the most beautiful I've ever seen
None can deny it
Her frame marvelously crafted
Both vacant and skeletal
Perfected for its means

Her face a flush red from the white snow which falls from the endless blue

Her vision Crystal in Method
Her wit a mechanism of genius
Capable of nearly nothing
Beautiful.

I embrace her at my bosom
We'll prance about Jerusalem
Suckle upon the forbidden since we're damned anyway

I would make love to her in the most exquisitely gruesome manner
But fear I may ruin her image

There will be blood

Were I not so grappled by her awe
And her green; greater than hash
Both burnable and spendable
I might rightfully fear what she could birth

There will be blood

If only I could share union with her and her heroin adventures
The beautiful soldier
For she is the superlative of her companions
Best designed and most deathly
Controllable by substance

There will be blood