it's odd that i find my way back to you in a dream
in a violet mist,
a storm of chemicals
sometimes it's repetitive
all i see are teeth,
dripping wet from black saliva and blood of
anyone that roams these leaves
but i know you can't touch me
because hurting me
hurts your assets
you'll hurt your chances at anything living
because deep down, somehow, i knew you were never alive
just an empty body in the middle of a clearing
like royalty
preserved while something else like you reigns
