every part of my human vessel, She unravels my brain & twirls it around her fork the brain has no nerve endings, I can’t feel myself become an ape as she slurps me away The sadness will never end, yellow paint tastes like stars & daffodils when the world is black & white I can paint the sun on a cloudy day I can paint a smile on my face I already knew that I would die one day but I never knew the sadness would truly last forever, and that my heart has bled in every life
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