I flood your veins like trenches I am the astronaut in your bloodstream as your skin becomes the pacific beneath me
as I watch the colors drain from your face and paint the floor in shades paint the floor in shades
clutched to your hems with a newborns grip paraplegic words are all I've left to auction lips loose like a drunk man with all my etiquette orphaned
as I watch the colors drain from your face and paint the floor in shades say your words and believe them
this house will fall with you
as I watch the colors drain from your face and paint the floor in shades say your words and believe them
we were but upright animals More from The Prospero Collapse