Brooding thoughts whisper their way into broken truths
As streetlight silhouettes dance their way through the witching hour
Sleep is as evasive as vapors through civ-like lungs gasping for air
Poison perfume passing through ventricles, veins and visions
And I can’t exhale your scent
It lives in me like the sweetest parasite, praying on my every thought
Fingertips figure out your figure in bedsheets breathing your siren song
La Belle Dame Sans Meci, oh mercy, mercy me
Your sweet saccharine scent melts my moral fiber
Sleek and slender, I surrender
I surrender
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