Rings of lavender float through my space
Singeing off corners that want to flake
Blades spin round and round
Howling at this hound
Searching for a trace of food to take
Lines gone across a lake of eerie mist
Fasting to the tight grip of my white fist
Serenade the crowd
By calming them down
Read down the names on black heaven’s list
Cradle me softly in your caring arms
Remind me that you will cause no harm
Make me love your scent
Help on my descent
Hope I don’t cause too much panicked alarm
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