please soothe the pain that I only show
to the shadows of my bathroom mirror
please take the petals of my withered heart
which are trembling in the blasphemous fear
please take me quiet distressed and beguiled
and shattered with merciless grief
please take me happy euphoric disaster
and throw from a daffodil's cliff
please take some wax from my Icarus wings
and mold us some candles and beads
please my beloved stop weeping for loss
and remember my smiles to God
pass me to devil who knows how to treat
a dark soul who is yearning for love
pass me to shadows of vile boulevards
introduce me to prurient hearts
let me be able to run off the hill
towards shallows of bloody-red waters
let me live freely with freedom and feel
that I won't make it till my own forties
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