Magnetic IV
There is a void
A red summer storm boiling in my head
I cry and heave
I dream of honey but it is not enough;
Still, I incubate a thousand ugly visions
of urgent fingers
and sweet, black mist.
A red summer storm boiling in my head
I cry and heave
fall apart like a raw egg
I dream of honey but it is not enough;
Still, I incubate a thousand ugly visions
of urgent fingers
and sweet, black mist.