JENNY AND HER DEATH

AND is Jenny getting any
I saw her melting today
across a glass-pane store
HER rape was a Sunday dress
and tall stiletto death too
I heard her gasp inside
swallowed my innocence
But I don’t know what it means
She’s the one who died today
and I saw her smile too
I ran away into my mood
and dreamed of the smell
Jenny left a spot of soul
upon the sidewalk I walk
so pretty Jenny I love you
But I don’t know what it means
the stain again rapes my dark
hidden singing dreams
but I don’t know what it means
I don’t know what it means
But I love Jenny and her death

:: 11-13-2014 ::

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