Bingey, bingey, your contingency to allude to the situation of the suffocationin the altercation allows my disinterest to wither time,and your petulan..
You drain me and sustain meYou hold me and you mold meA tender touch a venomous screechA slap on the hand a touch to the lipsYou hide me I cannot find..
never to let that green cold lightshine upon your skinno judging eyes peering through the glass past the clotted red andorange the light filters throu..
it feels like every breath comingout of my mouth will issue fortha stream of sugar sweet stinking starchybadi wish every breath would so that itsremna..