Girl Orbitor
Everything turns green as I shed my skin like Exanthema into the fire...
Purge the final thoughts of her
diminish old love day dreams from the skull
before it realizes it is not true and never will be real
I am sinking in a pit of spiders when she looks at me
with lips like spitfire overcast eyes like mental suicides
and I believe again maybe this is a prophecy of desolation
a forecast of bad weather but until the day
I cannot dream of her anymore
I will stalk her temple forever
diminish old love day dreams from the skull
before it realizes it is not true and never will be real
I am sinking in a pit of spiders when she looks at me
with lips like spitfire overcast eyes like mental suicides
and I believe again maybe this is a prophecy of desolation
a forecast of bad weather but until the day
I cannot dream of her anymore
I will stalk her temple forever
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