ur sleeping on the couch

abstract anathemia

he's got gold in the waves of his irises / a sea of treasure / sailed by those fooled by the facade of tranquility and peace / dark eyes dark thoughts / he's more dangerous than they think he is / with lavender tucked in the pockets of his jeans / paintbrushes cherished like magic wands / dangerous / he can hear the music in a silent room / dangerous / fingers artistic / shoulders squared / yes sir / no sir / he doesn't know how to earn them / i am not gentle i am not gentle i am not gentle / he screams / but they only hear soft words / sunshine, candy, kisses / boy / i can hear you / screaming blue bloody murder /