watching the stars come down from my ceiling
lost in the reflection on the walls
losing grip of either this reality or that
breathe in with touching lips
inhale the perfumed exietence
beneath the water, my breathless kiss
drowning fast in this moment
i drop myself off in the dark
wading waters
drinking in psychotic paralysis
i hear my name
it's not the same
can i be better than the design?
and yet another
but i can try
reside inside my head
her voice is echoing
silencing the ill spoken
and the darker plague
i am to be here
days move in waves
breaking the ceramic cast
fuck the haze
just want your lips to last
taking apart the need to breathe
and burning like sunlight
from the setting that's passed
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