Triangles Are Rashes For All The Masses Poem by Derek Kuborn

No other dolls will i foresee their face with such defeat.
We sink in ships of agony across the ocean where we are free.
Our fingers locked with in a scene painted over and so discreet.
We flash our boundaries with our sheets.
And build our masks with concrete.
I disguise my sorrow to be a lover.
Our lips now puzzle pieces under the covers.
We've whispered secrets no others would suffer.
And hell, i couldn't wish for any othe.
To support my habits of this drinking slumber
And count the days we've missed each other.
I've brought you with me only to discover
Why girls like you don't want a lover.

Your portrait fades in memory with shooting stars in galleries.
I spend my nights wondering if nights like these are only brief.
And you my elegant, celestial queen will only bring me straight to my knees.
We'll run like soldiers in retreat
Just not to face our fear of deceit.

And death will slowly pass over me.
But I'll remember every time you speak
that i gave my love and my everything
only to let this virus feed.