Melancholy Lovers


Melancholy Lovers

By: S.A Quinn

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed.

My body settles with the bottom of the wood.

A thousand suns going super nova.

Struggling through Lewis Carroll’s land.

You must be dead.

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed.

Licking the scarlet from my nails.

I must be dead.

A thousand suns going super nova.

The clock melts on the wall.

I wake up to pounding between my legs.

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed.

Stretching, I form a bridge.

You drag me closer to your edge.

A thousand suns going super nova.

I must have gone mad.

We must be dead.

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed.

A thousand suns going super nova.

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