9.20.16

"sea salted sluts"

So you like dead bodies, baby, well so do I. Fly with me said she to he

Gotham needs a break & at this rate its going to put me six feet under

7 Whiskeys later through the gates to salted seas and bodies that please

Come with me, you'll see, its better on the other side

Villains in villas with play-things of sin. Pleasure was the soup du jour

Sexual snakes wrapped in rum-soaked desire. Shots & sex on fire

Eve doesn't eat apples, she laces her lips with poisonous treats for Adam

Come with me, you'll see, its better on the other side

She jumps into the night without fear of death as dying is all she knows

"Pour me another honey" as they lay in a sunny hazy daze and lucid dreams

Eyes upon them as she rides him into the breaking day... and nights replay

Come with me, you'll see, its better on the other side

Broken glass and broken bodies cruely force reality back into their weird world

Boarding again now, things are much stranger now. Stranger than ever before

Tears, confusion, pain... Now Gotham is starting to rain and nothing will be the same

Come with me, you'll see, its better on the other side