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Deep in loathsome
She came to me in an eclipse
She drives me by her cold naked glear, she kept me across the room, I hold a lamp in front of her so i can hide her in a cloud of moths.
She degrades herself with digital tears, she flicks her lighter at the moths, I reach out to touch her, her face turns to static.
It's like flowers mimicking sunken cheeks
She is my burning art, I am her wretched heart, we are deep in loathsome,
Her face is still static.
She drives me by her cold naked glear, she kept me across the room, I hold a lamp in front of her so i can hide her in a cloud of moths.
She degrades herself with digital tears, she flicks her lighter at the moths, I reach out to touch her, her face turns to static.
It's like flowers mimicking sunken cheeks
She is my burning art, I am her wretched heart, we are deep in loathsome,
Her face is still static.
Published 20th Jan 2018
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21st Jan 2018 4:46am
My goodness! " she kept me across the room, I hold a lamp in front of her so i can hide her in a cloud of moths"... isn't it something? Loved, as always.
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21st Jan 2018 11:28am
Yeah I was being pretty random with this one just going with the words that came in my head at the time, not my best writing, but still weird and fucked up which is the flavour I tend to go for 🙄 xx
20th Jul 2018 5:36pm
20th Jul 2018 5:50pm
Thanks I wrote this one a while ago I wanted to go for a surreal sort of tone.
