be like snow. be like gold. no, not you bright eyes. well... okay maybe, but just be. in the purest of your forms. and it's so hard to remember to do this. especially when your head's all full of poison and your heart's only pumping out pain, no blood. sheer fucking agony. just pouring out. just like that. but if the air can remember to be golden, then so can i. i have to. i'd eat your heart out but my teeth are sore besides i'm tired of you crawling right back for more cause i usually suffer later from a lack of things to say

i was mary magdelene. jesus was drinking water while i begged judas to drink the illegal wine with me. and he did. and i kept drinking. but it was never enough. i just couldn't drink enough. but i let go. just like a good girl should, and now i can feel it. i really can. it radiates all around me. it's flooding my viens. bringing heat to the surface for once. melting away and eroding and washing me clean. bringing me back. absolved and new. but nothing lasts forever. and soon enough you will breathe out. and forget to breathe me in. and i'm cloaked in air so heavy that i freeze once again. but i don't mind if you don't mind. cycles are designed to trap. how would i escape. so i will wait to come around again. because lord knows i will. lose the key or please don't call me we can be all, we can be all, i said she kissed me dead