Drinking two eyes as vodka and wine
Masked by the tremor of butterfly pirouettes
See me screaming and scratching
Under the flickering screen
Eyes sting with the climax of old Hollywood tragedy
That Bette Davis pulse sends my unrequited love
Sprawling forth jumping spiders from a tomb
Throw my storming black plague sting into the fire
Perfumed with blood orange and wild orchids
Steaming my soul through witches brew
Ghostly whisper over a blue moon
And eyes bleeding flowering symphonies
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