this world is artificial.

It causes a drowning sensation while The sweet clouds fill the gaps of darkness, Enacting a trance between dazzling taste buds, Leaving its mark on my tongue. Numbing caused by euphoria, Departs all sense

Bees, bees bumbling around in my mind... They are coming. Bursting for air, fingers imprinted on my neck. Bees, bees, bees. Crawling of my skin and tingling of my brain. The sourness lingers in my mouth.

The crisp scent of crimson Cause chrysanthemums to bloom; Through these lacerations And created craters, Getting lost within these rooms Cold steel kisses, Brush the skin Like felines with 9 tails, Leaving