Electric waves
disguised of nothingness
dance on your fingertips
as you press onto my lips
and I press onto my luck
A mess to impress the darkness
that devoured every
single
one of us
I change my mind
with every spell-
with every
poison
that drips from the lips
of your sickening soul
It stains the floors
of red suicide
it stains my sun
a tainted gold
Electric waves
disguised of nothingness
dance on your fingertips
as you press onto my lips
and I press onto my luck
A mess to impress the darkness
that devoured every
single
one of us
I change my mind
with every spell-
with every
poison
that drips from the lips
of your sickening soul
It stains the floors
of red suicide
it stains my sun
a tainted gold
I am not summer personified by blood-red-ribbons, literature
Literature
I am not summer personified
Do not compare me to a summers day,
I'm an autumn baby, with fallen leaves,
Printed in gold and amber across my skin,
With the deepest red sunset lips,
Offset by snowy skin.
I am the crisp breath of wind,
On oxygen starved lungs.
Forget the call of the heat,
And fall into my mist embrace.