His Neck with Milkshakes

Moving on
Icing on the top
Syrup is gone
My mind space is lost in time
Psychedelic waves meet my heart interface
On the surface with my burning baking cake

His neck with milkshakes
My headaches grow more by the days
His head creamed with icing on the cake
I feel a bit more safe when I was younger

But I feel more out of place today
Is this okay?
Is it normal for my ways, or today?

Maraschino cherries are my favorite
I like Hari-kari suicide
Off with my head
I feel like i'm dead, but alive
Déjà vu in its entirety, it tires me
Déjà rêvé



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