When I peel back your skin,
I'd better not see your heart whimper with complacency.
I need somebody with an electrical socket embedded in their skull,
and whose dreams are plugged into the air so hard
that they have cracked the sky's azure veneer and revealed her pink belly.
Basically, I am tired, don't want to do my English paper, and thought I'd post this online. I don't know how this site works... but I really like criticism, so feel free to tell me what you hate.
Peace.
