indie/vintage
Like A Rolling Stone
Instagram: @thewildboheme
cruxymox
Ah, my poison, my golden-waved ocean -
I shall bleed from the eyes for you,
and the pain in my stomach caused by your kiss I beg will never go away.
The green vapor of your uncaring stare will be my undoing.
Your thick liquid that stinks of despair will drown me wonderfully, wonderfully.
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I shall take no wormwood.
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Your clawed embrace that you gladly share brings lucid dreams of abandoned children, thievery, political sabotage,
lost graves, tight coughs, infection, unending war, styrene in the lake, putrid smoke, the winter of every decay…
And upon this embrace all technology will suffer, infested with selfish angels who have forgotten they have lost the feathers from their ever-burning wings.
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Angels!
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A thousand angels crawl
cavort
into my spleen.
Inside me they dance, stretching, pulling, squeezing, reminding me again and again and again
of you.
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No waves, the sea is still.
I shall onward float.