Aileen Wuornos

(It's over)
 Everyone knows she's too broken to fix
 Always shedding her skin like a boa constrictor
 All of her tears turned to opals again
 All of her fears show as ghosts in the pictures
 Mind obsidian, eyes veridian
 Cuts in half like a prime meridian
 Blood in baths sign a primal lineage
 Revolver pressed precious ice on skin again
 Whoa, all your bones smell like old photos
 Why's your face froze on cold shoulders?
 Solo, born to die like it was protocol
 Florida skies hide a rose's growth
 Forcing a smile just to cloak the choking
 Every time you spoke its like you wrote a poem
 Cigarette pigs cinnamon lips left a pin prick
 All alone with those skulls in poses
 It's art to some, arduous arsonist, painful moments
 Heart adjusted, changed it's tones
 Stars combust and take their toll
 You would do anything to regain control
 Now wouldn't you? Death came quick from a wooded view
 Holes in their heads left your own intact
 Seven doves flew slow from the open gashes
 Spiderwebs drawn on broken glass
 You chose to kill, wove the silk in noose shapes
 Or a tear shape born to fear them
 Awful feelings make the portrait dimmer
 Your swords still pierce me when the horror lingers
 They tied you down and made the the needle slide in
 Crucified you like you're Jesus Christ
 Poison plunged until your secrets died
 Then they bloomed inside me like a dream of mine
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 Aileen Aileen, Aileen
 Hiding from the high beams tell me how'd you find me? Still
 Poison from the IV filled, never loved how's that feel? Real
 Aileen Aileen, Aileen
 Hiding from the high beams tell me how'd you find me? Still
 Poison from the IV filled, never loved how's that feel? Real
 Aileen Aileen, Aileen
 Hiding from the high beams tell me how'd you find me? Still
 Poison from the IV filled, never loved how's that feel? Real