Black Scarlet (Love In the 2nd Degree)

are we crazy or just contrived lazy or simply self-involved? are we insignificant, significant or just like everyone else deranged on the outside swimming through dead oceans in our heads am i death or am i over-simplified is my breath as thick as the painted eye lashes that stick to your eyes? are you in love with your anemia or anemic to love breathing came so easy now you're lucky to get one mouthful forever in ruins or ruined to become pinned to pages or pinned under thumb like the bleeding nape of a baby thorough true to yourself under circumstance we are death-like only because we know we can the heart like a thick abscess of black mucus pumping sweet death to all who may ask now clogged with regret regret for the living regret for the loving love of anemia anemia of love