If I Built You a Melody

A spine stacked up of rattlesnake tails

And a mouth full of rusty nails

Dull from

Lack of

Use

Eyes filled with scarlet tears

Collected from the broken years

Of a

Sordid

Youth

A body built from rubber bones

Melted down from solid stone

Into

Decaying

Proof

Lips construed of rose stained lies

Locking back echoing cries

Throw away

Her

Truth

Fingers made of whipping sticks

Sewing out her worn down tricks

By

Stabbing

Little wounds

Hair ripped of red brick roads

Bleeding dreams of yellow

She falls

Short

Of her moon

Ears burned from deafening booms

Of hurts that hurt too soon

Twisting

Her whole self

Out

Out of tune