ashes to ashes, doves to doves.

[tonightximxgone]

i would never ask to do it all again,
no, i tried to wash it down the drain
but captain you're the smoke who fills her opium eyes
with purple jaquaranda blossoms.
you turned your back because this rhyming scheme was a cancer
your gaze fell upon me as i swallowed you whole
with a callous mix of lust and disdain,
so the surface branch of his glass vortex vein hardend.
you are the wooden wings to her dovetail plane,
i don't want to break my own heart again.