Heart's beating fast

I know I should be feeling

Kick against my chest

I know I should be reeling

But how can I?

The Lonely Lover Living in a cage inside his mind

Surviving off of Funky Frenzied Fears he's running out of time.

for if he consumes the Candy-Covered Cobalt-Colored Cautious Cuts of mine,

he'll strip away my layers 'til theres nothing left but

Blue

Blood

Dripping down my thighs