Schizophrenia Sailing

He is the devil.
And good memory,
Playing music in my head.
The blurred vision,
Lipstick kisser
And loaded pistol to my skull.
He is the dead,
He is the dying,
Perfect slick imagination.
Sudden favourite
Wrongly stolen and then given.
He is Hell,
He is my heaven,
I can't resist,
The lipstick kisser.
Such mischievous,
Wrong behaviour.
Temptation forms the Mr.
He is the gone.
He is the here
Pastel-slurring non-believer.
Floating limbo,
Falling fragment.
Rotten puncture forms achievements.
He's my shadow,
In the sunshine,
In the dark, he is my light.
That chilling,
brain dissection.
Follows crossbows,
By your side.

Boneata Bell


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