Frigid bedroom capture in a spring without desire
Harvesting brightness despite
Drawn to the heat, not the light
I lay steady
Stare at the ceiling waking fears of nothing
You lament for wasps
You glow cobalt
In the home of the friendliness
Another night spent fussing, feasting like the lords
Laughing at the fronting
Singing to the chords of hell imagined
In this perfect hour
Gasping in a sleepless kneel
Holding onto gleaming teal
I lay steady
Stare at the ceiling waking fears of nothing
You lament for wasps
You glow cobalt
In the home of the friendliness
Another night spent fussing, feasting like the lords
Laughing at the fronting
Singing to the chords of hell imagined
Lament for wasps
Cobalt blue
Once again this color sees an end
