The Originals

With much resolve you close your eyes and awake to see a trembling darkness that is within me

It is unfamiliar territory to which you embark

But I shall close your eyes and tell you to not be afraid

But I sincerely want you afraid

I’d like your pupils to burn into white light

Your hands to dissolve to make turquoise  

I’d like your face to crumble crestfallen by the plentitude of peckings from formidable black crows

Sweet ashes from your urn

Sprinkled on my cupcake

Oh, my silent muse

I only wish for penetrable love that seeps through my yearning pores

For the unreachable, for the unattainable

I fight with brazen disgrace towards a festering rejection

Your soul thrashes around in my hand

Despair, a healthy nougat

Oh, how I’d like to suppress your mind from wandering

Lead you to explore my treasure coves that aren’t worth exploring

Unless you’re curious about the feeling of endless cold winters

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