I live no where but past the canary cottage that I called my younger years

Between you and the blood mixed in with grey rose petals

I never had innocence from the day I saw the world collapsed the first 10 minutes I was There

The day I was blinded by light,

I was a cursed with the world f***ed by the people I called authorities

Cursed, I was with the gothic Catholicsm Unrealisticalites

Iovers behind closed doors in ally ways that were never found,

over uncanniness of our shape but judging by looks not reality

The people who were suppose to give us our youth

Gave us the key to fix it all before we could read

You give the key but tell us that we can’t see other lovers

besides the ones that can be drapped in white without fakery from everyone you know

But they shoot everything they see in the next minute

beacuacse they think you belonged in dark allly ways over white fabric

But now shes on the floor in red and white still

because they couldn’t understand it like the kids given the keys then and there