Ces

Love is in the dying air, dying air, dying air
air rusting away for eternity, etc, etc
skip, skip skip, razors
slash, slash, slash
bloodshed gargling, singing, dancing, choking
my throat is bubbly with violent champagne sips (not even vintage sips)
splashy, i feel so splashy, splashy, I do! mr. I do!
like tradition, like a dirty or at least dusty burned out relationship
skipping until my soul burns off, my internal light bleeds with the softest glow
eating gothic love letters
letters lodged into my throat, my larynx, my booze channels, coated with nicotine and diet pills vegan sandwiches with no disgusting cooked vegetables
scratching, itching, twitching, twitching, rocking, decisions for prayer
those devils are out for you!, let them be, forgive thy one who sins
picnics on the apex of the blood torn mountain tips, slushy icy blood clots
dungeons, leftover animals, skipping hopping, it was the last wolverine!
bloody wrist from such deep inner thoughts
my wrist become canals fresh with flowers and purified water,
only tainted with borrowed blood, borrowed ideas, borrowed reality shows