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shackled with pumping veins, iron and oxygen -
the heartstrings lead the way along the floor, down to
the bedsheets where she's adorned her body in
[blood and gore]. pearls of blood shimmer down your skin.
live and let live, temptress, branded within with
one thousand scars, these faceless faces,
all filling in the empty spaces,
all covering up with jewels and lace
everything about you unsheathed. so expose
the bullets, whips and crumpled rose, for when
the black light blares down on you, it still shows -

you're always clothed in skin.

Very descriptive. Love it. I myself tend to write dark stuff without thinking about it--and I'm a 'class clown'.

A pretty clear (if dark) picture is protrayed here. Beautiful. One thing:

all filling in the empty spaces,
all covering up with jewels and lace

Maybe it's just me, but the transition between these two lines jerked me out of the rhythmn you had going so nicely.

EDIT: Great title, by the way.