Things

canvas of paints are shaped into my death. Yes where i really hold your hand and slunk my thoughts into the cavern mind i live in. there , there , i graved it all. i bathed a clear face of salty water. that , that , my meat got browner... . started even i before ended it shhh it's the loud rain i see through your pain tearest soul of the oldest brain i agree you will die in a gold chain but you know? i don't neither.. .. i looked at a leg and thought of a plot but somehow i was a narrator bitter, sweet i came and left you know? i do either ...i kissed a neck and thought a bite is a blood clot black ,white i vanished but somehow i became a contrasting colour you know? i don't neeither.. i cried a mock and thought of a gun i once never shot pretty,ugly its petty theft but somehow i was stil a daughter...