apricot highway

walk along the apricot highway sooner or later you will end up dead
where twelve year old virgins are bleeding
where dirt never sees the rain
pray for salvation along this highway pray that the peaches don’t steal your soul
as soon as the demons are finished with your body
you are lucky you can even crawl

Swinging from the cracked whore branches munching on maggots and chicken bones
little gray kittens dead in boxes leave it in the trash all alone
peaches strung out on this highway tweakers with their stolen bikes
can this heroin sunshine headache take away these lonely nights?
the wind blows heat through my sundress as she blows she hears the cries
of twelve year old virgins bleeding dying breaking flowers as they fall