The Orchid With The Pistol ..
there was a nude woman asleep in the flowers
her image set the tone that got increasingly louder
she would breath with the power of knowledge
enough to teach the bricks the meaning to softness
she could only speak to the falseness of brain ..
because she was the eternal dream of going insane
this lady was 40 years old, lost in adolesence
she held a childs innocence in her palm with incentive
her thoughts were collected inside one question
..how come the not so honorable always get mentioned ?
this drove her to the place beyond the highway
where madness doesn't constitute anger, or a life stage
life's stage for her was her dresser and mirror
broken with cracks and engraved "ugly won't be seen here"
she'd stare at it daily, sometimes throwing awful fits
she'd had it all, plastic surgery, makeup, even electrolysis
n' that's not even all of it .. the orchid with the pistil
shot her nerves enough to make her cries a nightly ritual
but tonight, she's in the fields with more orchids
flying through her dreams with only silicon to soar with
everyone looked at her, .. and knew she was fake
although, this artificial girl had a heart with a real face
inside she was just a child, with ludicrous thoughts
but her incentive forced her to act, ludicrous or not
so we're back to the field setting and she's asleep again
our subject somehow added an s by neglecting a piece of him
the flowers are now wilted .. and blood covers the ground
nothing utters a sound it's only death that makes this image loud
a smile covers her face .. maybe death is peacefully scenic
lol no more beating around the bush, .. this heshe just cut off his penis
happiness at last ..
