She stands a hapless mess – this stressfully enlarged existence has anonymously been waging a most unawares war upon her absolute goddamn none too resolute everything
She holds the whispering light either way forth, whilst these tears roll right by her desperately subtle mildewed exterior
For she has been rotting, and against her own utmost unawares volition
This time she’s gone too far – I told you
She holds it in her hands she feels it feckless within her toes
This can be miraculous amidst something utterly, disastrously, seen to be nonetheless oh so fucking beautiful
Soon as she shuts her mouth, smiles in my eyes and knows who you are
They’re about to walk in the clouds, shrouded by nothing but utter perfection
