In Love

I am in love with your sounds, I am in love with your beats
I am in love with your every eye-leak

I am, with the sunset shades of your veins,
Red and blue
The shades of your veins
Bloody sun and choked-up moon

Give me your veins, give me your chest
So you'd coddle the dead baby
Wedged between my ribs

Your chest blooms crimson flowers

Disarrayed and disillusioned I smell them
And I fall for their thorns

The blue baby in my chest is sobbing
Is rocking, blind, between my lungs
It's scraping its palms, reaching for my brain

Baby's growling and sobbing against my flesh
Icy muscles laced with icy tears
Reaching for my brain, reaching for my warmth

I am in love with those thorns
So I keep touching those thorns
I keep bleeding on those damned thorns

Enraptured I became, so in love with those thorns
Your boastful veins cross into purple
And suckle on my heartbeat within my wrists

Deadpan tears strangle the corpse-baby in my chest
I do not listen
I fall for your thorns
The blueberry blue baby in my chest is bathing in your thorns
It sniggers, pisses, on your flowers
On your roots, on your thorns
Does it burn?

The babyblue baby is sitting in my chest
Smiling within my ribs
Nibbling at my veins
The blue blue baby's all I need
Not your blood, not your red

Blue blue baby's a part of me
My chest flower, blue, unique
My chest flower, blue, unique