Fang


I would go straight to the city of angels

But obviously, you haven’t been there in ages

Lips and hips soft like velvet

Golden fangs, sharp as a knife

Amaretto sour, wildflower

A never ending battle of wanting to die, and loving being alive

You could call this lucid dreaming

Because I know exactly what I’m doing

Or you could call me baby girl

Because I’m brand new to this world

And now I’m nothing but a tortured artist

Because I’m trying my fucking hardest

To amuse you

Be a muse to you

I want to amuse you

Be used, by you

Please don’t perceive me

And if you do, do it mysteriously

Please don’t deceive me

And if you do, sink your teeth in

make it worth it, sacrificial, Normandy