Edward is a Mad House and a Monster of a Lover
Edward is a mad house
And a monster of a lover.
The past is a grotesque animal
But you are not
Blue, gray or any other shade.
In the depth of the blossoming
Shadows, the lover of wild things
The cry against obscurity.
He is the name on my breath
After too many vodka shots
After the red sunset has died
And my heart has given itself
To beat warmer. To cool again
The up, the down, the winding
Even as I - with no lover
Decide to kill the morning.
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