I’m the firmament

You’re the sea below the sky

Kissing horizons.



Clashing shades of loathe

Mechanical emotions

I hold whole spectrums.



If love is a game

I’m your floral opponent

Forever remains.



If life is a game

I’m a nursery playmate

And I’ll make hearts bleed.



Marmalade sunsets

Spilling amidst warmer souls

Final tastes of sweet.



Broken and fractured

Desensitised to fiction

Waiting for rapture.



The wind sang a joke

And the entire planet laughed

Until their pains broke.



Nothing but blue mouths

Mutilating tongues purple

Until ears bleed red.



I wished to get far

Pink stars hiding under hills

Catch them with my jar.



I’ll take all your hate

You plead me to have some faith

It’s too late, why wait?



The forest’s my friend

And I whispered my secrets

To her willow bend.




You’re so fucking pathetic

But it turns me on.



A hypothesis

I fall upwards onto space

Dancing with the sun.



A parentheses

I sink downwards into hell

Screaming as I run.



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