Testo Ad Nauseam, I Drown

Crescent in the low
Hanging over me
The taste of alkaline
You'd kill to be adored
To wax poetically
While you rot on the vine

A deathblow
A kiss
Sharp

Cheap fix

Gets me close

I’m drowning in your arms
Tide glowing cataract white
I'm nauseous at the thought
You in mind

Does it taste all the same
When you pander hand to mouth To the fashionably guilty
Off the hook you rave on and on about
Crescent in the low
Hanging over me
But still I adore you so

I'm drowning in your arms
Tide glowing cataract white
I’m nauseous at the thought
You in mind

Disembodied

Melancholy

Paralyzing

Head is humming