Old Chickasha Poem by Avernus Sans Pitie

Walked through this dying town
A Latina that burned buildings down
A vision of grace in world of gray
A kind of beauty words can't say
Nightmares real and dreams old
A story of sin and virtues sold
Offered a future and a steady hand
A future built on solid land
Looked through me like glass
Waited for her storms to pass
She went with him
Because she wanted to
Tore my heart on cue
Became a woman of a drunk
All her treasures packed
In an old car's trunk
Trading glory
For a bottle of rye
Under the bleeding
Chickasha sky
She was the biggest whore
The finest Grady puta they say
In the ruins of Chickasha
Men lived for her
By the hour - sometimes a month
To hold the beauty I wanted once
A paradox she had it all
But all she could do is crawl
The highest rise and the hardest fall
Whiskey breath on the breeze
Bringing a proud man to his knees
Chose shadows over a name
Chose a bottle over the flame
She said, 'I like the warmth of your light
But I need a man who runs in the night
I need the chaos, I need to crawl
I want the one who offers nothing at all'
I had to go, she wished to stay
In the ruins of old Chickasha
The bottle's empty, the glass cracked
There is no way of turning back
Leaving gold for the shifting sand
With a man who can't even stand
She went with him
Because she wanted to
Destroyed my heart on cue
The whore of a drunk
Her treasures packed
In an old car's trunk
Traded her story
For a bottle of rye
Under a bleeding Chickasha sky
The finest whore with nothing to give
Giving it away where the drunks live
Dancing a slow death
In old Chickasha