Jun 11
you,
as you plunge my head under the river’s red
until my lungs fill
as you tear my dress and mend it again
with sickly orange polyester
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i love you, i hate you
monstrous humanity
wielded virtue
gone are hope
now loveless lovers
so tie the rope
l'oiseau chéri
a future that could have been
a future of no peace
the putrescent world moulds beyond us
such ambition in me
left to rust
and when I become one like you
it'll be lost in full
bid your dreams adieu
and so will they
dance as angels
satan’s smears
white lilacs
purity and innocence
with your gaze to us
your black dahlia’s
death by lead alloy
from rose-tinted glasses to gold
we're truly the same at our cores
