Cold air in my lungs
A signature on my gun
Pink glitter makes it better
A twirly umbrella for the weather
Swirling maroon all above
Raised up upon tough love
Stolen coat, thrifted heels
That ruby blood's my next meal
Green venom dripping from my mouth
Before you know it, it's all gone south
Know me some more, I ain't lame
Can't get caught up in the game
Smoky eyes just for fun
Got my scars 'cuz I won
Boots clicking against rain-slick streets
Bejewelled Saturday night fevers, swishing pleats
The rockstars think they got it all
But no one knows how much I'm having a ball
Eyes big, cheeks sweet
Cute as a doll, wicked as a freak
Come see my masterpiece
How I've turned your city into a psychedelic beast
Corpses bleeding on the flagstone
Skin chewed right to the bone
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The Ghost of an Echo: A Mad Collection of Mad Poet Poetry
PoetryAn absolutely MAD Collection of Poetry by yours truly. Spiral into outer space and ride rollercoasters of mayhem and wonder. Anxiety is real. It's time we talk about it. New poems every week! #1 in whimsy #4 in fantastical
