poison-flowers bloom
beneath an acid rain
eLECtRiC sTOrM...
an angel crashing through
streetcars and
highways;
twisted and semipaved.
glass wrists lead to
incompetence in the
words you speak;
illuminating your intentions
as you force your lungs
to breathe.
((you can't stop this.))
currents and outlets
twist and wind their way
into my heart;
HIGH VOLTAGE PARADISE
shocking, isn't it?
what your static has done.
irreplaceable and
superfluous into the
mindfuck games you've won.
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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you are alot better than me! i like it alot
