I could feel it running in my blood
trapsing through the alleyways
skipping past the dying and filthy
lost in my feeling of neon anger
the walls lit up the most beautiful crimson
fueling the pure rage that was coursing through my veins
only the dull lighting of a silver cathedral could save me
my hatred for all things pretty
innocence and purity put a frown upon my lips
only the death and destruction of this warped vision of the American dream
blonde hair blue eyes
small waist big thighs
dreaming of the picture perfect
smile upon your eyelids
the lights make me cry
for they only enraged me further
as I ran down the stone tune
dodging cars until
I threw myself into the abyss
and finally felt at one
