Slut Woes

(This is about sex believe it or not, which I connect a lot to expressing thoughts about death) She lives thru the lies. Bruised open thighs Coasts on the high. soul flows free like a...like a, can't explain it yet. Open as the sky. Is it the wrong thing to do ? Addicted to the fact of being in love with the things that don't blend well with the things that are abstract..... Make cents? No, make sense. Here to be objectified. She's another one of those lost souls looking for the re-freedom we all deserve. If she ever makes it out of her head , she'll return to earth. Wake her up when it's time for the rebirth, until then she'll spin and spin and rehearse the emotions feelings vibes as you may.. to living till that shiny hearse drives away into the white shiny glow of the light. Is this heaven ?