Lilac and babies breath
forget me not and thorns
Poke through skinny scratchy itchy red scorn
Itching itch scratches on an apple Granny Smith
etches like chicken claw tac-toe-tic
tastes too sour
an aftertaste of sugar
tired and fleeting
its humid I'm believing
Memories etched in head
of people I can never really forget
It's late and I'm bleeding
Red lipstick thoughts are succeeding
Distractions, distractions
Only with the sun
smells like lavender
purple sour taste
gun barrel! gun barrel!
shoot me in the face
Brown spidery pointy- lilac smells
a vague distant memory from my déjà. Vu spells
when I was young
and he didn't really exist
I had thorns, soap, sour taste
but nothing quite like this
Only today am I on fire
a mirror no longer whole
I remember I remember
The memories I once stole
of the spider thorn flowers
and the purple sour taste
of the scratches and the skid-marks
shoot me in the face!
today I remember
I bear a taste in my mouth
of something evil and sour
technically down south
abandoned scentless mischief
reminds me of when I was young
of the days when smells would give me
far too much fun
and now and now
I'm dead and a disgrace
gun barrel! Gun barrel!
shoot me in the face!
Before the bad things happened
And pass out shall commence
He's now only a memory
nothing but past tense
Look at me look at me
pathetic little runt
alone alone and empty
purple-grey ,a dunce
And now
the flowers cant ever really believe
that I was happy once.
