A penny a dozen, army of love send me some seven times over, cover my body with cotton candy until I’ve drowned into the queen of sadism’s screaming sound, masochist wooden puppet, kiss me till I burn and turn to ash, sweep me in a silver pan and deliver my delicate remains to the ocean stained paint all salty with golden sand grains, bane, and of zero substance separate from bliss in an earth of green mist, velvet waves I crash onto you like a suede sheet, plastic and discreet, satin pillows feathered and deserted alive alone alike a prisoner poisoned pointing towards the warden and his whip, weeping willow wilted like week old roses, I weep next to a tilted vase before broken, locked in time, drifting in space, I walk this land as the second hand stops to take a look around, this town is stale with lost air still in stare, stairs to stars I peel back my lids to reveal my eyes, all colored worlds within a pearl, you have no understanding but you will, you will, you will, you will, like a pill you never experienced the thrill of being in my shoes, my mind, mine circulatory like a windmill, drilling gurgling oil out my lips, it drips onto the floor where you slip and bump your head, in a coma now, a coma, this is where I am, in the land of coma toast, pretending I am someone of importance, boasting of brilliance.