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 you fail,
I'm sweetness
Don't you fail, 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.
Troy Bruno Balthazar