toxic fumes leak in my heart
and gasoline floods through my lungs
well who is supposed to fall in love

with someone dripping poison and pouring acid rain
from their own personal black rain cloud
and who might follow a girl lost in her own downfall and dazed as if

she’s been detached from the world for the
climax of her youth and the flower of her years
But hasn’t she?

for she hasn’t been real since
they doped her up with voodoo spells to make her fake but stable
and something's been off with

the girl who glowed fluorescent
when they decided an artificial light
beat a dim sun