Countless ornaments dangle above me

cold open sore morning

the glimpse of relief through abuse

in a rotten syringe you'll crawl

hills have ugly

but we hibernate through decay

the eyes of pure beauty

sought me cornered astray

I showed them to innocence

before snipping them into gore

all the devils ran into us

she's running away from me

just to clown the frown aside

invasive betrayal

the dirty smile of an ochre city

this little girl held my troubled hand

like ocean waters cold to the touch

now we are infinitely estranged

I'll hear of some sirens

and sleep in the street

she'll grow up so terribly

like a violet in manhattan

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Bless you Bri, I pray I can see you again once before you grow up. Please Be Golden

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