"No matter what I do..."
"No matter what I do..."
Skull bashing on the floor, making a bloody mess on the kitchen tiles;
Leaning against the ivory cabinets, her legs sprawled out with a wooden table between,
Bruises on her knuckles and down the arms; painkillers taken with red wine and blood-tear cocktail.
"I can see God!?" Eyes feeling like popping out of their sockets, vessels comically showing;
On top of the wooden table, lines of cocaine zigzagged, non-uniformed, plus a knife next to a dark red candle and a leg of another being hanging off.
She wracks and wracks until a quiet thud. Then, a crashing of glass from the cabinet above landing down on her body. The Leg laughs in coincidence and stretches up and falls to the ground.
"Soooooo heavy..."
"Gravity.... crushing meeee-uhhh...."
