I'm bleeding a color that doesn't exist
She'll use it as hair dye
staining persists
I'd charge for her
trenches
with no bayonet
While my heart still on fire
she'll burn cigarette
I cannot arrêt
her body's not hardware
her eyes, internet
my soul thrives in her ironclad grip
rings
and chains
and spines
and grit
A massive fur coat
I asked what she wrote
her answer? I choke
Çrows catch her
words
when they're
stuck in
her throat
drinking wine in a math class
with a lover from last past
a soul that can laugh bad
but honest a ghost
betwixt my ears, behind my eyes
her black lips
steel pierced to prize
Feb 11
Feb 11, 2026 at 2:20 AM UTC
I'm bleeding a color that doesn't exist
She'll use it as hair dye
staining persists
I'd charge for her
trenches
with no bayonet
While my heart still on fire
she'll burn cigarette
I cannot arrêt
her body's not hardware
her eyes, internet
my soul thrives in her ironclad grip
rings
and chains
and spines
and grit
A massive fur coat
I asked what she wrote
her answer? I choke
Çrows catch her
words
when they're
stuck in
her throat
drinking wine in a math class
with a lover from last past
a soul that can laugh bad
but honest a ghost
betwixt my ears, behind my eyes
her black lips
steel pierced to prize
