Christ,
I left my head in
the haze of sweeteners
I left my stomach in
An ocean of skimmed milk
I left my faith in
Your warm embrace
I feel a unicorn's horn
Piercing an entire canyon
In my mind
If I have a third eye
Then Christ, it's calcified
(I must purge this curse
Wash it in white dye
I must revitalise
Unless I'll die)
Dec 26, 2013
Dec 26, 2013 at 5:07 AM UTC
Christ,
I left my head in
the haze of sweeteners
I left my stomach in
An ocean of skimmed milk
I left my faith in
Your warm embrace
I feel a unicorn's horn
Piercing an entire canyon
In my mind
If I have a third eye
Then Christ, it's calcified
(I must purge this curse
Wash it in white dye
I must revitalise
Unless I'll die)
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