My dreams hang from dental floss.
They are painted faded colours of the rainbow, once bright but now diluted.
Anticipation for the sunrise bubbles over and paints the sky white.
Ruined.
Old mistakes reassure me, they give me the colour I long for.
I dreamt of fate, but my alarms were always set.
Time melts and new life springs, but I can’t tell the difference between plastic and sentience.
My only hope gleams in the shadows, and lies in the most mundane corners of suburbia.
The music is in tune, but melancholy stains my smile blue.

In my dreams I wear white dresses stained with red wine.
The sky’s orange and blue gradient brings me peace, but not enough.
I long for lullabies, and you might just suffice.
My jewelry box chirps at me like the robins that glide in the maple haven.
Sweet, dripping songs almost rock me to sleep, but tears of red wine wake me.
My pillow is wet, and my dress, like always, is perfectly pressed white.

How many people have I ****** with my youthful hands?
Where I plant baby’s breath hearts turn black.
My gloves are thin and covered in the grime of hell.
Pure intentions condemn pure souls.
Yellow flowers betray their roots, and their sweet smells beckon storms.
Hades weeps, and his toxic tears water the trees.
I sell the venomous fruit the bear and my hands remain clean.