Light that Blossoms, I Cannot Crash
You will flourish through solitary hours
Shining your entrails upon the meeker of the vespid
Though within the masking gold sheets surrounding me
The black that entwines from stinger to tongue
Yearns, a living poison that must feed
On scent and nectar
Trapped within you is life force enough
To sustain your beauty and my flight
And haphazardly I descend to blindhood
For the source of my waking quivering tongue
Shedding the flesh of two shades behind me
Awaiting the end of your acidic consumption
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