Don’t rub these luxurious lights and glitter
On my face, I don’t need any of it
I’ll thrust it right it into your trying gut
Even before you could tell me its price
These fabricated rainbows and toys,
Allow me to shove them in the dark
Where they belong, where they die
I feel no light on my skin, I am ice-cold
Don’t tell me to stay calm, tranquil
This beautiful unfolding claws at me
Its wonderfulness drowning my sanity
Gasping, I disappear into a naked death
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