Cutting air, in leaves I float.
Blinding me those selfish screams.
Yes, it sees itself in creams.
Daisies, Daisies,
raining down
Through the walls,
around, around.
Light and dark,
Dark and blue,
Did I really choose this view?
Blue floods everything,
Blue on blue,
Piles forming thick as lead,
Dropping heavy on my head,
my bead,
my fed,
on all the red,
my dead,
my dead,
my dead,
my dead.
And yet-
I lay.
Unmoved.
I think I felt a breeze roll in...
What's this film slick across my skin?
Blue, blue,
daisy blue.
Dead skin coats books I once knew.
Friends when no one liked the view.
Staring blankly on my form,
Clara never causes harm.
Clara keeps me safe and warm.
Glassy views she showed a girl
Teaching her to love to twirl,
To whirl,
To whirl,
Against her might.
No, you never changed my sight,
No, you never saw the plight,
the kite,
the bite,
the words alight,
the fight,
the fight,
the fight,
the fight,
And yet-
I lay.
Unmoved.
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