The sickest summer

Polyvore creation by Sophia ©

Red tea, stone floor
Vampire’s at my door
Devour the mouldering buffet
Starving, withering

The bed sheets
The thick air
Lingering under the skin in a radioactive decay
while constantly that blue eye in the sky

It was the sickest summer
The sickest summer

The black box
The sea perfect for drowning
No need to run
The dogs are in the ditches
You wouldn’t want to go outside
You wouldn’t want to be high like a mountain when you could be this low
I was shown the stone floors
Someone is alone in the pit, I know
Someone is wishing for a blackout to get away from the shit

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