The Dress from The Spin by Messa

Mind drifting
To one direction
Exhaustion here
Uncertainty blessing
I’m trapped like
A wasp in a beer glass
Don’t even know
Myself anymore

Shape shifting
To one inception
Lunar piece
Corroded jawbreaker
I’m trapped inside
A nice velvet, blue dress
Don’t even love
Myself anymore

All my monsters
Ready to feed
Coming over
Eating my heart

They’re feasting
With no exception
Corpses here
Fragile as rice paper
I wonder how
How all this could happen
Don’t even look
At myself anymore

Veil lifting
With my rejection
Golden beast
Of anger repressing
And I’m captive like
A ghost in my own flesh
Don’t even cope
With myself anymore

All my monsters
Ready to feed
Coming over
Eating my heart

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