We as night,
Greet the-moon-with-stars.
And I the lampshade
Tried to tell you
Something--
But my memory-
For-gets.
I attempt to feel,
Though-my-skin
Is stifled--
As it networks
Into-me--copying,
Parasitic fungi.
From embryo days
The sun starts to
Cry membrane.
Losing menageries.
Sep 20, 2014
Sep 20, 2014 at 6:44 PM UTC
We as night,
Greet the-moon-with-stars.
And I the lampshade
Tried to tell you
Something--
But my memory-
For-gets.
I attempt to feel,
Though-my-skin
Is stifled--
As it networks
Into-me--copying,
Parasitic fungi.
From embryo days
The sun starts to
Cry membrane.
Losing menageries.
