No matter the twisted giggles of shiver that itch their way up my spine,
There’s a poised and poisoned reason that traces hands of halfway bind
And throughout the world of magick talk there are girls who hold themselves so blind
And so are the boys that fall in love, and the kids who come, push to shove,
We’re as lovely as the flame below,
And we are as light as the air above.
Like dizzy currents and given my speech
There are worlds between where nothing is real
Your eyes are emerald regretful prose and
Your teeth are still behind lips of sealed surreal
And if I were to stare monsters in the face
And fixate on their carmine orbs
I would think of her and every type of nightmare
You have choked, dragged out, beaten and gorged;
Like gutted swallows of hurling breath, like the mistakes that you both explored—
They never appear quite too clear,
But my darling, don’t you know their names?
They’re searching for your mouth in the dark,
To spit new found fire into why they came,
And now you hold your fear so close; like a toxic clutch
Like bed time fingers curled in your heavy thoughts of much too much
And wishing for the worst of luck feels like headaches, and the ghosts all weep
And how I wish I could grasp the fact as to why you can’t seem to sleep.