i like how he lives in a room full of himself
that is probably what connects him to the other
young knights
-his obsession with himself
i like how he frosted passion onto his glasses when
i gave him one lick of my sugar glazed eyes
enlarged wine gulped down ready to leave all
he sees when he looks at me anymore is how
passionate i am how passionate i am
(Red i am Sorry)
i like how i've so honestly opened up all kinds of
juice for him to drink up i like how i cry
every night
for
another knight i like how i'm caring for myself by
destroying clean fingers yellow teeth black ink white pants all sorts
of wine in fact i'm scarring myself
i think it's strange how i always have to
stretch my legs out to feel anything
hands around myself every night i'm
laying like a vessel opening myself up there
must be some link to soil, and floored, and fortress

no these spiders are not native to Belgium but
they will crawl inside my mind and make me into some
horrible monster i am always very loud you must
hear me screaming from the other side of the
nebula you are transforming all other brown-haired boys and
trust me there are a lot of brown-haired boys and they're
all you when they come close they can tell
i've betrayed myself