you spin with the rings of Saturn and twirl around the stars when they combust you catch wisps of their memories as they die having witnessed centuries and use them greedily as you scribble your poems, unconscious of yourself.
you are an artist. you like to paint smiles on your face to conceal the pain you like to draw laughs out of the hollow pit of your chest you like to colour your wrists red and taste the life flowing out of you as if it would quench the thirst created by the loss of someone that you knew you are an artist you love to create you love to erase.
your mouth is wide open teeth pointed like a vampire you look hungry like you haven’t fed in a while you crave him but he can't satisfy you don't you see all this is in vain you are his conquest he is your vervain