Closing her eyes
To your pretty face
Every leafless green
And peppered sheen
I'm lying that it hurts less
When really
She just overdosed
On genocidal tea
So I'm starting to think
That she's bleeding again
But this time beneath my tongue


A/N: The 'she' and 'I' characters are synonymous in a way here, just to clarify that ...but...I don't expect you to fully comprehend this unless you happen to be me, as this is really but an erratic scribbling of reminiscent topics that even people I know most likely would fail to understand...but hey, I finally wrote something; how long has it been? Yes, I ramble extraneously when I smash through this incessant writer's block. I haven't been able to write anything for so long, and maybe don't care, so never mind.