Unscrew the lid
I am pouring now
I am wet with tranquillity
I thought it could be great
I thought it could be great
But it is not my concern
The sky is a snake in my room
Pretending
I crucified it, in a sonnet
I saw Petrarch
With blood in my eyes, I won\'t cease
My tears dry like ink
I thought it could be great
I thought it could be great
But I\'ll never get over this
Pale affront, drifting
Pendant, shedding
Rub between the lines
Clear head, used syringe
Suffocating soul scythe
The taste of blood lingers
When you fuck me
I\'m inclined, direly winging
Self-deprecating
Sowing
Reaping
Cumming inside of him.