she said she missed the old me-
the one with the funny jokes
and the unbreakable smile
never hanging from rope just above the tile
the version of you that never updated
who told stories of full hearts
standing- never wavered
now tells stories of death through fine arts
sit high like a king with his chalice
and below his subjects full of malice
switched from meat to salads
bought a case of m light and you were at wine palace
remember when we dropped acid-
where – did – you – go
( who walks in the shadows of your once peculiar self, the tepid demons haunt and talked their way into your skin to walk a path of coal never meant for your loving feet- they trashed you and colored your eyes green so you can profit and all i- we want is to banish and summon the cozy knight once more )
Saint's Muse 