pw5

Feed my stomach stones
shiny, cold and blue
so I can get intoxicated

My skin becoming blue
sick, sad, cool
hair in dusk like feathery gray

Nails to black
eyes turning off
torns growing in my fingers

Vines are my hair
as dark etes eat my feet
I can feel
my heart fading

Stunning bright
are my eyes
as I keep melting away

Dots are my sight
pointy things my sighs
what I desire
switch turned on to mesmerize