Froops

crush the petals and stab into you
a thousand years drowning in tears

riding a dog on an abysmal roof
slept it all away and shifted to the bay

door knobs shined and sheagles sporting blue
TV turns on and again stab into you

ill paint what I want and buy my own strokes
and lifting tables when you're not stable

meow into red our colours dried blood
eat your food and step on glass boot

hoarse riding shade go piss on a parade
turn the lights off the charade and shatter masquerade