"tu as tué mon bébé"
inevitably falling in love with my tears from again
this fucking love is a maxim of too adulterated colors
induced seism to the calibre for internal friction
pummeled down the slopes excavated to an arched abyss
gauzelike plexus amidst allochronic places
chemical folly resulting neurocranial exploits
naivety in babyhood flooding the five senses
the primer touch left a filthy impingement
virtually-impalpable peristome of portrait
a flesh person with an exposed skull smile
person holding that gun ceases to behold
ceases to exist
now vision is narrowing
now sight is suppressed
bifurcating thesis in the middle of rotness ambrosia
a flora with a lucid dream that can poison sleep
blown by midsummer melancholy wind
fiction petals metallic stem couldn't keep
bisected worm; postmortem twin
degeneration under polychaete's skin
regeneration given little hearts inside
stellar sunflower anatomy
spinning endlessly until its putrid float in turbid sky
dead skin shedding into crystal clear above reflection
inverted bottomless pit
emotionless
- didn't feel what has become
empty gaze behind a gray blanket with soundless mouth
head one's in place unmoving an inside lost -
motionless
while these saturated bombs depraved of life fall from the sky
hallucinogenic clouds has a story of an abyss to the eye
inevitably falling in love and wishing i should start spinning again
nausea-inducing gray apocalypse carousel
