i fell asleep in the shower
my dreams through the drain
met the ocean then the horizon
to seek what may tower
tower above the poisoned hour
that covers that painting in vain
colours serene but she dies in
arms that sweetly discolour
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Puisisome byproducts of my mental health state. abstract and surreal some stories some real paintings and illusions mostly with a creepy feel i think there must be like a few love poems too? idk tw: (some direct some not) mentions of death, blood, burnin...
