i cried a tale
a feverish tale
of demons on tables and babies in glasses
of faces on floors
and portraits of lovers etched on doors
of gap-toothed beggars with golden teeth
of priests bending over with no god to please
i sang and sang
of bodiless faces
faces that went to faraway places
(i lost five tears to a man with four faces)
i sang and sang
of a princess with no womb
who ran to a juliet
buried deep in a tomb
idk my psychosis acted up recently i relapsed