i’m slipping on lies of your mind
your tongue tastes like cheap wine on a cold night
and i’m tangoing in thought
in a dark room with cold pictures
twirling your fingers like your spine against mine
it takes to breathe
it creeps to see
your eyes turn to ease
my knees seem to buckle for thee
and i hate to tell you
how much i cold sin for you
the shadows play in tongues at night
your neck breaks like midnight
and i’m swaying in the background
in a dark twisted picture
this mirrors seem to frost
this is what hell feels like
and i take to breathe
i became to be
i sin for thee
i bask to be under seemingly
my mood twists in night
i wish this was in hindsight
the colors changing
the lines are moving
is this even real
am i even here
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