Night Song

Coral lipstick, the first I ever received
A way to look at myself
Presenting in a cage

Lock and key
So it is, so it will be
Venus, give me a good pattern
A way to print my face
As still as a brooding dove

Heaven's blue smile
A snake with silvery skin
Sit with me as I hang the toad

Spinning string, he fidgets and looks past
Letting him dangle while I rip out his veins
Careless boys at play

Great opportunity lies in this state of confusion



Credits
Writer(s): Rorik Abram Brooks
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