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.