ᵗᵉᵉⁿᵃᵍᵉ ᶠᵉᵛᵉʳ ⁿ ˢʰⁱᵗ

take me on the planets with a million constellations / the galaxies foolish humans haven't discovered yet / but you, you my angel / have / you've been on all of them, haven't you / tasted them with your tongue / savoured them upon your drenched trachea / your wings circulating upon utopia of madness and tragic beauty / yet these violent delights are horrendous / we can't breathe / we can't move /

why is thy skin smothered in pearlescent specks of love / whom is thy proclaimed lover, boy / tell me / tell me who makes thy ivory wings blossom daintily / metamorphose into aureate moonbeams /

boy / thy angel dust is blossoming into human love / and i can only sit here and regret /

because you should've loved me instead /