you look so lucid
like a canopy
hanging over
my bed of dreams;
spotless no more.
as if you were a chandelier
swaying in the stars,
& polished so immaculate on my skin.

notice my eyes, wide like oceans
staring off into pain
further now, past memory
and nestled in my hallow brain.

now my blood
shoots to the air
when you pause in flail,
like a spell on my empirical eyes
and all my satire stares.

yet you were there
decorated in a plethora of shades,
a tongue of fire,
a Venus incarnated
by the needles sting.

but your interest with fear might curve for prudence
despite your vicious vomiting
being materialized
and reduced to tears.

Girls

Play

Sing

Fall.
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i was listening to the velvet underground and got some... idea's
written a few months ago.
be kind.