You always preferred your coffee black, Strong and hot and stable, I would sip my tea across the kitchen table. Silent moments such as these, Would make me feel my most at ease. But now all that's left is tea.
Can you feel your blood pumping through your veins? Be careful you might cause stains We will wait until it rains So nothing remains Only my claims No blames Flames No blames Only my claims So nothing remains We will wait until it rains Be careful you might cause stains Can you feel your blood pumping through your veins?
Bittersweet nightshade drips from your lips I want to be coated in your poison spit. My dead skin is datura white, two mad dreamers dancing through the night. I can feel your trembling claws swaying with the foxglove’s paws. Cut me open and I’ll bleed sap, strength of the yew fighting back.