Acid thoughts enter my monogram brain, like long nails on a chalkboard.
Acid pleasantries on monochromic streets, acid brain treats.
Trees, feast under a bright cherry sky.
Cherry smiles, seeds between your teeth- your eyes.
Sink your teeth into my heart, spit it out like you always do.
Like the pomegranate seeds in the trash, red-painted smiles.
Teardrops in my hair, rain pouring out my eyes; a dead man told me once to be careful around people like you.
I'd leave everything for you if you asked me to.
You look so pretty like that, engraved in my skin.
Our smiles were flipped upside down by apathetic conversations, looking into your eyes.
Trench coats in shop's windows, I once told you I hate the cold, you took my freezing hands into your own.
I was so scared to drive you away, but you were never really there, were you?
Isotonic souls, drenched cadavers in god's hands, waterfalls; as I fall, and I trip into you.
It's just you and me.
Or, well, nowadays it's just me.
acidic worries are difficult to comprehend when you can't really think straight, so just lay on the floor for a little while; all well until you're back again.
Bitterly saturated deliberations cry out for you in the dead of night, right when I think I'm doing alright again.
Will I ever be free?
(Acid brain seeps into your most intimate of thoughts, wraps around our throats.
Could you really be the end of me?)
