By SweetPeachSpray
Red tiny shadows lick your finger through the bitter black cool lies
They play pictures of milk that scream and cry honey as beauty fluffs sit on the tongue of a delirious boy
Raw death loves frantic life that spray thousands of riped rose petals through out the day
Wax of the apparatus swim and watch by the pink diamond sun
My garden mother urges pictures of play into my mind
I worship the shadows life
