Could you breathe for me for a while?
I lie extinguished with the sun
drowning in sheets of puddled rain
as candle fires burn me oxygen free
I slept a nightmare controlled
by your blacker than black midnight
paralyzed and bent, I could not surface
by twenty minutes to one, I began to gasp
Airless and pale render me blue blooded
your stale voice screams at me
useless royalty are you, Lady Grey
tormented and floral in my Victorian gown
You cannot turn me British on a whim
stealing my American oxygen
while hijacking my silk sheeted dreams
your uneducated accent begs of amnesia
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