incurable insecurity there is no remedy
im just trying to say its fine and blood
read between the lines
fill this flask with forever + gold + past
drink It all up
until all I see is her grave
the only thing
between me and this red knife she walks on
and dissipates from
in a home that never held its weight
darling the wzy ur crawlingis so charming
wicked as a crow
and just so you know
when greensmoke glows
it tastes like the death
of unspoken words
and unwritten earth
every time you ride my eyes
on your pale horse thru that empty doorway