Cigarettes and Blood Lust

Rip open my ribs.

RIP OPEN MY RIBS!

I dare you to crack open my bones and plunge dirty nails

Into the maw of my chest,

Pluck out the still-beating organ there

And dine on my sour misery.

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Split me open and bleed me dry.

Rip out my veins and ravage the unholy cavities

Filling my chest with air bubbles.

Kiss me like a biblical angel

And puff smoke into my lungs until I

Am a rampant grassfire burning, burning, burning.

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Here, pluck the bone straight from my chest,

And run your sinning tongue

Across the smooth white plain

While I float far, far away on the cresting waves of sedation,

Dreaming in black and white

About the bloody, neon lights twinkling down the highway.

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I am an attractive disaster,

The kind that doesn't bleed or scream.

I happen slow enough that you can settle

Into the rhythm of my demise.

I am an attractive disaster

And the world has come to see.

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So, pull open my shirt and rip open my ribcage.

At least give the world a jolly good show.

Dip your hands into the cavity of my being,

Hold my heart in your hands.

Remember that I am only an attractive disaster

And give them the show they wish to see.

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Part two of the "Cigarettes and..." Series. The first one roughly in line with this is above.