Goodnight moon, I am done.
Finished with forgotten moments.
Like eels my worries swim inside me,
make me ***** make me ill.
Bitter at the rain and wind and sun,
My lungs ache for a kiss not black.
I will freeze for the moment of a cure,
*Quand je changer les saisons si elle le veut.

Burn and burn and heat to die,
majestic and unforgiving the fiery sky,
dive streak bow shriek,
for shade and salvation is not for the weak.

Her naked searing flesh on bone,
revealed the strength she hadn't to moan,
from most baron of deserts and into the sea,
she died from shock and ceased to be.

The poison of Dylan and Eric,
infectious and somewhat unreal,
perhaps the poison I have of theirs tasted,
is not from their mouth but their heart.

I feel the weight of the wave fall upon me,
their end is the bloom of a daisy,
not smiling, but a release ripping them apart,
my womb wishes to comfort them.

And at once I am quiet, exhausted,
ready to sail and walk among clouds,
only to feel the earth beneath me,
occupied I leave and choose to be Leila.

Roll off my tongue like venom,
Awkward shapes whenever I see them,
Smiling yet heartless, cold and plain,
A boring shape, horribly lame.
Stems and petals not even pretty,
You're nothing special, cold hands so fitting,
Dull brown hair dressed up like me,
I despise your cheeks, legs, eyes, everything.



Said from a flower, broken and dead,
Sometimes I wish he had kept me instead.