Emerging out of the ashened steam
Of the matter of galimatias
Broken
By a deaf, quadrilateral angle
Unfolded box
Crash
The sum of your returns
Sounds of a purring cat
That found itaka of its litter box
Reality surprised both of us
So you can blame me now
Reality is cracking my eyes
You're still standing far too close
Reality hit me like a train
Just below my ribcage
Darling, I'm Eve's daughter
They feed me apples
They feed on my apples
I should be coming now
Tingling of have beens and would have beens
Of things that I'm about to spit out of my mouth
Darling, I'm Eve's daughter
And we're just bad girls
We remained children by our will or lack thereof
Now we're just bad kids
Here to start a war
To get our justice for every blow
All unnecessary detonations
When I'm fussy and I insist on being myself
And I ask you to keep your change to yourself
They fed me apples
But then they fed on my apples
Soil under our feet was crying for mothers
But I was a kid, so thoroughly unfit
And just so they could start a war
They remained children too
I couldn't bear to watch the sun go away
So I put out my days
And it was always gone
Then it came to me at night
Burning me to death with its light
I reckoned it was fair
I draw worlds for you sneaking out of mine backdoors
And I bleed out your way to me
Just to wash my hands
I see colors for you
Till I make you run, scream or cry
And you drown me to see if I can get clean
No one ever comes here but the ghosts