Samara

I hide in plain sight where your vision blurs my smile into a contorted mess
I find your soul appetizing when I creep inside your kingdom's walls
hunger pangs reaching for your neck and fall asleep instead
 No I wouldn't put you at risk,
though as high as you've made them, I confess
I found a hole in your bell frame that I've chiseled in,
 it's okay to be fickle, I find this all so abysmal as well
It's intensity that swallows us all whole,
 seeping familiarity makes me feel uneasy upon your kiss
like the world makes me sick the way I can feel it spin
I can find God in your sway, insight and vision,
makes me want to crucify your sins,
and in the morning
I'll fall like a star trying to reach you through your religion,
I low ball, you're high esteemed,
I can feel you bury confessions into my dreams,
Genius by day, Clumsy by Night
I find the closest drug to overdose my common sense