World in Hot Pink

But never did I think

I'd be trapped in such a place

Down a rabbit hole

Gasping for air

In a world of hot pink

Where you were the God of gods

And I lay at your altar

I pout

I plead

To fill the emptiness

While you're pouring your own cup

Little do I know

The lightyears and eons which stand between us

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