thestrugglesoflilyschneider

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She told me about a dream

Of glasses reflecting faces of people

That she never met

She put on her lipstick

Her lipstick was radioactive

Her poison to save self from

Dreaming too much

Oh was she scared to be there

Innocent face on a glass

A sheep in wolf’s skin

Glass melting washed away

Memories faces

As her lips were radiating

She stood on a hill of despair

A new evil child was born

May may nightmare

Oh it is spring

MAY MAY COME

A memory an altar for Sunday odes for Maria

I am once a kid drenched in dirt

Oh it is spring

MAY MAY COME

Aches wires razors pills pills and white hospital beds

I was never alive was I

Oh bring me May because it smells of rays and x rays and heavy formalin

I died back then now

What is this ghost a shadow of the past

Is yearning for

A breath of fresh life a second of a lie

Or a smash to the skull and a white flower crown

I need cyanide

I need god

I need a dick

I need a razor in my mouth

My rotten inside

I need to live? When I wanna be a bitch that kills kills kills.

Sequenxe

Grass fields widows clouds and oversized cakes

Raining from the sky you are far away my child

Scooters swimming on the shore trash everywhere and cement blocks

Showers crowns selfies he has dreadlocks and a stupid mouth

Bugs on the walls I walk crippled in my dreams he is not my babe

Futuristic metropolis in prison cells

Steel colour is an overdose now

The connection between us keeps going off

Call me call me call me lick the orange phone or the glass

Whoa now lick my skin

Dripping sinking grass fields bed

I am not becoming anyone tonight

Now I wear black and bury someone

Oh he is holding my head

Inside the mirror room behind the past

What did you give me?

Disappointment.