Chokebore The Sweetness
I am dark blue, I'm my own death and locusts and dogs
love me. We've got the same arms, they've got the same
thoughts. I feel them below and above me, so don't you
fail, I'm sweetness. Don't you say, I'm sweetness. I'm
tanglement and high pitched movement, tanglement. The
movements are silk. I wear my brown eyes like two warm
trophies and locusts and dogs love me. I am dark blue and
I'm my own death, sweetness. We've got the same arms.
They've got the same eyes. I feel them below and above
me.