As you lay for him,
Does the ceiling thin?
And as you wrap yourself in cotton
Do you feel it pushing in?
All those little beads
That set your demons free.
Swallow up, it’s running down
And fills your cup with gree.
You’ve grown neon
In the moon’s rays.
Your mouth’s grown shut
Without words to raze.
You hold so swiftly,
Quickly betray.
But I still see you
In shades of gray.
Lepidopteran.
Your animated whimpers
As much a bluff as all your
Designer blisters,
Just getting by through
Your life born of relapse.
Paint your face upon your ass
And pray that god will pass
You by.
The dirt upon your limbs.
Can’t taste ampullary.
And all the blinded see their hands
And all the soundless sing.
Lingering visions breed
Just like they did in me
Until there’s nothing left in mind
But a momentary levity.
You’ve grown neon
In the moon’s rays.
Your mouth’s grown shut
Without words to raze.
You hold so swiftly,
Quickly betray.
But I still see you
In shades of gray.
Lepidopteran.
Your animated whimpers
As much a bluff as all your
Designer blisters,
Just getting by through
Your life born of relapse.
Paint your face upon your ass
And pray that god will pass
You by.
You think the sky’s afraid of you
Just because you’re beautiful.
You’re just a maggot growing wings.
Your scales are not so bold.
And when your scent unfurls,
You’ll learn your fate is earned.
Your gluttony repaid
When your body is engorged by ferns.