Brain Rot in a Pretty Dress

Brain Rot in a Pretty Dress

She smiled like a loaded syringe
and laughed while I choked on my doubt.
Fingers twitching, eyes glitching,
the walls were screaming but I couldn’t get out.

She painted the mirror with lipstick threats,
then licked the glass like it spoke her name.
Said love was a sickness you feed with nails,
and I swallowed it just the same.

I wore a straightjacket to bed
and she ripped it open with her tongue.
Said sanity’s for cowards,
then rode me hard till I moaned in a different lung.

Her smile twitched like a seizure,
her eyes kept blinking out of time.
She came and cried once,
then carved her name right into mine.

Brain rot in a pretty dress,
lipstick smeared like a fucking hex.
She bled red hearts and drank regret,
her kisses lit like cigarettes.

I tried to run but the doors kept shifting,
the floor fell up, the sink was fire.
She sucked my thoughts out through my dick
and built a throne on my desire.

They said I left last June,
but I’ve been here since she said “stay.”
And every night, her body’s back—
one more scream, one more brain decay.

I married madness in fishnets and heels,
she kissed the meds right off my face.
Brain rot, tits out, screaming yes—
this padded room is our sacred place.