Velvet Milk.
I feel lonely
Burden bringer of honey warm my bones
feel sultry and never not alone
The tastes of a psychopath
reflect the doctrines of my own personal philosophy
and I repeat
I feel lonely
bite to the taste of blood and modify your slouch
cryptic melodies flavor the month
could you stand still long enough to bar the glare from the sun
I cannot see the wind breaking the trees
in half
time is condensed
I am selfless
and I am prepared to die before the funeral
if your promise me
to set flowers at my grave.
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