“Barely holding it all together”…

~

Fallen mixed messages…

From a perfect queen bee bitch…

My deaf ears stop to listen…

To her blind sales pitch…

Working her out in circles…

Shaking her out of my mind…

Bring me Yellow sunshine…

The cold Black snowflake kind…

Water refreshing and chilling…

Will rain save this day…

Or that memory of disco dancing…

She looked fucking cool that day…

But her sword has a double edge…

With a blade that slides through skin…

And when she plays with cruel desire…

It’s impossible for me to win…

So as her world begins an ending…

I see through broken glass…

Listening to her breathing…

Searching through her trash…

But the beast with wings approaches…

And soon it will be time…

No place left for hiding…

It will destroy my state of mind…

Sanity…

At…

Risk…

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