infection

Lovers meet in late-night diners
Under neon lights
In underground crushed-velvet clubs
Stealing one another's secrets away,
Their beautiful cokaine-white skin
Melting into one
Amidst the burning passion kiss.
Diseased restrooms await
Those who look for answers
Among the birds and bees.
As a single perfect star
She rises above the rest.
Her blood red lips
Leave a trail of red
Wherever they touch,
And everyone bleeds for her.
They paint her crimson portrait
On every broken mirror.
Walking through the urban sprawl,
They are all infected.
None escape the ever fatal
Broken heart disease.