Snip And Let My Head Roll

Snip and let my head roll trim with rusty rose clippers, disassociate wandering eyes filling a glass up with teary lust. Swallows the mark of the beast tremble with interrupted sleep for every demon of each day I anticipate devouring you. Putty hardens in gentle hands fingers the blood and skin, red puddles soil the lands, lust grows more buoyant than grass. Cracks in a discarded mirror gateways to distorted tv screens, double scoop of ice-cream dream sickly sweet as dolphins scream, Battered portrait grainy & grim darkly sea light-houses are dim, can't co-ordinate this witchy mess pointed dirty eyes which undress