THIS IS A WEIRD SONG
*creepy laugh*
so i heard,
she feels everyone her eyes land on
it's nothing wrong, just a pretty fawn turning to an overdosed lover at dawn
but she stabs those who's eyes land on her,
we need to fight on, cause i might be next
she got butterflies tattoed on her in bold viridian text
but when the nights falls,
i know we won't rest
her dress stalls
all around,
slithering through these halls
but now they somehow surmount
the lining of my face
while i push the walls
to exit being phased
beige is such a pretty colour,
on being flipped and stretched like a rubber
it glows as the sun does,
leaving me all sunburnt
she was drowned in a haze
but i couldn't let go of a gaze
as strange and deranged
as my own
something rang,
but i never pick up my phone
then i could feel the fangs
it was my turn to die,
for these pitiful royal ranks
we take some pills and yank
them off in bins yelling "goodbye!"
and i could feel it slide,
while my phone still burned on the side
pushing it aside
i recklessly burrowed in a hive
then i realized,
this town isn't breathing and live
and these movements mean
i'll never be outside
and be eternally alone,
fuck it — i should've picked up the phone
a little bit much zayn inspired. i swear it sounds good with actual music cause i hate it without that but kept it because someone told me that they liked it.
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| musings harmonizing
الشعرhi! <3 this is a collection of my self written poems/songs over the years. lowercase intended. possible triggers - i have introductory poems in the begging to showcase my writing style, with one old and one new poem. - most of this is imaginative...
