You think you got some kind of
boon companion, that lights your
path and makes you skip and fly over
the heavy road.
looking at her, you see a pretty sunrise when
it's a forest fire coming
to turn you into ash and grinning teeth
Or how about a cherry red, shiny-dream-vacation
throttle open,
facing the wind,
stroking the road
her hands around you
right into a
brick wall covered in busted glass
she
makes your feelings jump like bullets in
a furnace.
This feeling, my friend?
it's the ugly cousin of Love....
It's a wriggling pink
demon that
will bring you down.
you gotta throw it in a iron
cage and stab it through
the bars, smash it against the doorway
kick it down the stairs and
into traffic.
then, drag it to the river
,throw it in so
it gets shit out
into the ocean
so this pretty little disaster
gets crushed into the darkness
and eaten by a cold black squid.
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Heavy.
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