for sis

Easy honesty in first sister kiss, no porno on the blood rose cheek, there we embraced with no remorse scattered horses in desert deaths all we got to prove ourselves is leather left beside the beside of ruins there where we had pianos in our temple, candles by the fireplace til that day they tried to sweep with machine gun transvestites living like a bloody stitch in the dreams of wishes we had spoken too. Old vampires surrounding young daughters all the proof i got is a schizophrenic father old werewolves lined with vinyl for World War Three Christmas time in fascist California.