3:37am

Decades

She smells like the revolution. In her touch I feel the ever burning patriarchy. Idle hands and idle thoughts keep the demons fed. Flowers fill the veins, thorns coming through. Crimson drops, musical metaphors, that's deep. Can't breathe, confused souls, that's deep. Analogies for days, everyone's a critic. Make it your meaning and strip the truth, this is the new age. That's deep. Don't let them know what you don't believe. They'll tear you apart, don't you see? Manic Pixie Dream Girl. That's deep. Flowers are sharper when you don't water them. Cut her open, they need to be in hair. Stars burn the brightest and stand out the most when they're falling. One time use only life, use it wisely, that's deep. Feel the decade differences. -FFK