Jacob Underwood

Sweetened light I'm chasing through winds to see
Wishes of ends perfect inside ruby wheels
The dreaming of my heart grants as it steals
My future new flipped over on its heels
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I see you gracefully dancing on the leaves of the rhubarb bluebird
Picking out seeds inspecting them with your little eyes bluebird
A great father you are willing to go through gale winds for them bluebird
I respect seeing you not crumbling like stalwart like the tree you live in bluebird
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Take in the brisk frigid air as clouds dance in
The broken bottles of glass line streets
Liveliness lining the sidewalk
Loudly shouting down for you
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The slew of Ivy reigns across the -sheets and sunken pillow
while silver needles break and -flake upon every thought
Every shake and change of fate -comes creaking from the window
Makes the stem bare their teeth -again for what was taught
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I flutter over your bones and they fray out of their weak pale skin

so close to the reaper you are swallowed in his spindly arms
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Agate stones will rend your eyes for love
To let madhouse colors in the glove
White wire wraps your wrists
As the corner twists
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The yellow drips in a slow rhythm
Burnt curdling out of the giant chasm
Seared to the swivel
So never brittle
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I could've done better so instead I give it in tithes
I still hear your thorns brushing in the walls of the shiel
Robbing you of your heart was certainly a heist
I wish It was my neck that would've faced the sieth
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And it should be easy to take a bite out of my head like a candy apple
Buttonhooked onto your teeth waiting for you to wander my way
Cycling down your road wanting to see your precious fangs
Dance with the hazy blue in your eyes that I could never get tired of
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Gentle softness of apricots grace my legs
As sugar glues my hair like a whisk of eggs
Laying a net through the waters of French grey
The lull of sleep calls from each cerise sway
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Glowing under the cold dead of winter
Right below the stars like wild Daphne vines
As you sob on your raft of frigid timbur
All you see in the water are your spines
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As the buzz of midnight arrived to grace your cheekbones

And the day smells of honey
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No life glows
Neath the almond tree
Leaves strangle
And roots prick
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Sweet plums
About to burst
Dripping gilt sweet nectar
With the cracks beneath the weak skin
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Bitter in the air
To taste your tongue and lies
Lime miasma grows
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The svelte darkness stays hidden below the stars
Not a movement from the moon or a mark of its scars
As the glow of the night sky cloudy like a smoky quartz
Sullen and green like an apple bout to rot with the decay of worlds in sorts
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Withering as I set olives in my eyes
I'm only here paint your halls with my dyes
Beaming walls filled with green and guise
Rich in paint but not paper to get arise
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Jaws splitting out marring his face
Crunching away at ragged lace
To gnash limbs away without care
Leaving shredded limbs to bleed bare
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Sinning lights to glow beneath the seas lashes
Glowing in turn with an ageless hunger
Tentacles like pansy petals and fizz
Circling Like dreams the laziest hunter
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My dull body drains
No emotions past my neck
I wish to sever
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