#iamimaginary

[awkward-angel]

Come for me my mother, find me in the underworld.

I am the pomegranate, with a dark lover lord.

Find me beneath soil covered in a snowy coil.

With spring clothing in a winters, death.

Fetus position, I am returning to lifeless black.

Descending into the womb, of my earth.

An innocent lamb, and a lion in a Holy church.

The bride, the groom and an impending doom.

Spring showers, bring my death bed flowers.

For I will rest, in lovers breasts.

And return again to innocence.

[awkward-angel]

Dark shadow, a lover.

A Mormon man, a mother.

He held me close to his temple.

Thought of words and smiled simple.

Gentle as a strand of grass; against my innocence.

He hollowed out of my eyes and spilled his rainbow.

Buried in compartments with a window.

I get perverted like the moon,

I hold him close within my womb.