• I told you the damn thing isn't capable of empathy.
    I was dancing this morning;
    my mouth full of lavender, sun adorned my ankles-
    "I think I'll be god today," I said.

    I was dancing this morning;
    a sour stench filled my lungs, making me bitter
    "I think I'll be god today," I said.
    that filthy odor of expired love and rot

    A sour stench filled my lungs, making me bitter
    my mouth full of lavender, sun adorned my ankles-
    that filthy odor of expired love and rot
    I told you the damn thing isn't capable of empathy.