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Morbid Butterfly

Number Nine

stone beautifies with age.
can't hide in an open cage.
must learn to control rage
princess kiss makes a prince of a frog,
put beliefs in technicalities,
left behind in mysterious fog.
quicker than lightening strikes you run,
through the forest, you're left numb,
from the mushrooms (you ate some).
up until this darkness it was fun.
smoother than silky lotion
i drank this thing
your number nine potion
smoother than witches lotion
you drank this thing
my number nine potion
didn't catch what had been said,
from your words my heart is fed.
hollering echoes ring out in my head.
how can a heart turn blue from red?
hit from behind with the reality bar
you turn to me and say:
"you were once my shooting star"
drawn near like an orbital hug
such an empty hole you've dug
drink the tears of the sky glug glug glug
fill you with blackness and sweetness of love
smoother than silky lotion
i drank this thing
your number nine potion
quicker than vampires sweeping motion,
you drank this thing,
my number nine potion.