checkmate queen.

the sky is a paradox, spitting out blasphemies
from dead clocks in resonance to the
screeching of her broken music box

hara-kiri girl kisses kamikaze boy,
treating him as some sort of
shiny new toy while dirty-dancing
to some random punk rock noise

because this is a story that will never fade
like a never-ending serenade of dreams
stuck in a lolita masquerade

and these are a few of her favorite things,
playboy kings with fake diamond rings
and magazine butterflies with cut-out wings
singing an anthem for the checkmate queen

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soundtrack:
headless princess
~ bliss n eso