dip your fingers in the blood-red skies like you...
with alta dye – tonight, i will study your hands...
I think you were the view.
You gave these heights...
Can't hear your voice, but
Vibrations ripple through me...
Trigger warning: eating disorder...
You conceal your malevolence and greed
behind the edifice of benevolent deeds...
They looked down upon him in dirt in derision.
They never saw him they saw themselves...
I look intensely, desperately at the rushing...
Looking for the key I've dropped...
I feel you beating slow
Don’t give up just yet...
Wash the sins out of my ribcage with downpour,
the monsoon cannot swell fast enough to abate...
A kiss hit me like a clout
and I instantly forgot my own whereabout...
For the nurses they are old lesions
but for the patients...
it’s not
quiet...