Ripping the stone flesh from those long arms, peeling like dead snake skin crushed under a rock…what a sell out..
What a soul tasting like purple, and black light…
Slipping inside my darkness, like a fruit bat, into the blue night
Bleeding feels like ..glue cascading around the ring of your eye sight..
It’s going to be great, take my hand..alright..
Smells so good, to be so great…love to see what you know. Life is