Paint it, craft it Invent it as if Pretend the interior Doesn't actually exist Create a back drop Of reason and rhyme Initiate aesthetics Present it sublime Imagine a new world Where circles entwine Let it originate From your own mind
Such a disgusting monster, Too this, too that, Gorging itself only to regret it, Killing in order to live, Maybe I should break the mirror, So I don't have to see the beast anymore.
loneliness used to taste like cough syrup, coating my throat in artifice.
now i'm just lovesick dancing in a sea of lights they kiss my skin like tulips/two lips/i'd choose this/new bliss/ our mouths collide like planet & asteroid
blood's rushing through my veins trying to tell me to sing hallelujah because i'm finally just living
and although the pain is there it is fading out of touch
i don't know where to stop but i'll always start with this