I don't want to be perceived
Cause I'd rather not be here...

Tears build slowly
Pooling in the aching of my chest...

We left the earth in darkness
To explore the velvet sea...

fallen soft white form
coated in a crimson smile...

There was a blue flower on the sidewalk
growing out of cracks in the cement...

Deep in the darkness of the forest
A haunted girl got up to hum...

Leaves flicker bright, dark
Wind whisks sparking sunlight through...

Ghost, dear
Come to haunt me...

I'm quite good at destruction
When the target is myself...

It curls its mitts around my throat
And threads its doubts into my veins...

His fingertips curl
Tracing lightly over ivory...

In my bones I'll carve a tale of your sweet ichor
Who told you that desire could be tamed...