Map of Scars

Troubled girls, a two—
In pain, like sisters, grew
To release their hells
They’ll cut themselves
Under fatherless roofs
Troubled girls, a two—
Promiscuously screw
The hole within cannot be filled
A razor’s wit will now have to do
They fuck on mattresses stained foul—
The color of spilled wine
They sleep in emptiness
A deadbeat mother’s love, desired
A void, so chasmous
Mutilation is required
A ritual in secrecy
In opened flesh, they do confide
Beneath their clothing hides a map of scars—
Freakishly carved
Between their puckered lips, a waiting lie—
Hollow inside
Harlots, through and through
Singing nymphomania’s blues
Born with legs behind their heads
Their tattered flesh, they offer to you
Troubled girls, a two—
Victims of a world, so cruel
With blood they paint and masturbate
Young angels, marred, in vilest taboo
Scars, like brail, unto the touch
Keloid tributaries wind
When she splits her sister’s skin
O' how it flows, the blood divine
While mother is away, the girls will play
(The girls will play!)
The Gemini of shame
The twins of pain, to bleed again
Mutual mutilation
Frenzied crimson masturbation
Endless cycle of depression
Whorish sexual reputation
Bulimic, chronic, pill-abusing
Lying, defaming, people-using
Why should you go on living?
You were born to feed the worms!
Beneath their clothing hides a map of scars—
Freakishly carved
Between their puckered lips, a waiting lie—
Hollow inside
While mother is away, the girls will play
(The girls will play!)
The Gemini of shame
Twins of pain, to bleed again