stillflowers rise above the horizon
and fade into a bleeding rose sunset,
a rose sunset,
a rose sunset,
while we're dying on the floor.
cast a perfect shadow on chapel walls
and pray before a stained glass window,
a stained glass window,
a stained glass window,
for the disease that brought you pain.
drive fast along the blooming highway
and devour the pretty city lights,
pretty city lights,
pretty city lights,
because dearest, your spit is my morphine.
we're draining out the red lullaby
while stillflowers breed under the sun,
under the sun,
under the sun,
breathe your soul into mine.
Author notes
pretty abstract. i know it needs improvement so like leave me some crit and i'll love you forever.
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