ahses drip in my cup
grey ash against my red tea
they look at me through broken eyes
portrait of an unborn heart
eyes shatter against the rays
yellow rays that spill down over me
willing water it flows through me
lilly pad under my white feet
this is the perfect painting
lit under yellow bathroom light
ashes drip through my hair
red tea spilled to white
we never push ourselves hard enough
we sit through scilence
crumpled notes of lies
this will be here tomorrow
Will the tomorrow be the same as now
sometimes I try to breath
holding leters in my thoat
the yellow waters run through my hair
we sink a little deeper
we let the ash coat our skin
we let the red dye our skin
you never hear the white
only hear the red tea scream
but yellow is broken
it was taken by bloody prints
stand in the sand
let the water cover you
ash drips from my skin
heat all around
colorful sound
ash is my friend
the tea is the dead
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