blade of impulse
rotten guitar pick cuts at sinew both crumbling though no sharp objects are present; look that pretty girl in the eye and tell her you love her before she leaves you be and you've got eight months till you may get to see her and say oh please oh please kiss me, i can't live without you
prettiest girl in the room with highlighter multicolor eyeshadow (blue on black, it's what everyone's wearing) reconsider your scuffed combat boots and look at the heels of the other girls eight inch knee high ah you've made a mistake again but do it better next time
beautiful angel draped over the pool table, golden hair spilling down the sides with pointed toes raised ahh it's an angel a real angel like you've never seen before
you pick a god then with the lights swirling around you and a snake's hiss in your ear; you pick a god and you begin to pray