Ice in Their Laughter

Ice, see the avenue go fogged out
Brain, steers yourself til pride awakens
This will be my convalescence
This will will stark dreams, I trust
But you’ve gone without a single notice
Struck until your heart concerns you
I believe the coal seeped in their lungs
I believe the strain flooring me backwards
There is ice in their laughter
There’s a crease in their dreams
Breadth in their declarations
How could I ever be their queen?
There are words without faltering
There are stands without light
There was time with you baby
Could I be your queen one night?
Hold your hand, traverse light when you read me
I’ll be starting my convalescence
Delphinus warded their proclamations
My virtues were qualms of theirs
There are mephistophelean reds, they’re
Crouching with the eyes you’ve melted
I believe the suet dripping sideways
I believe the strain flooring me backwards
There is ice in their laughter
There’s a crease in their dreams
Breadth in their declarations
Could I ever be their queen?
There are words without faltering
There are stands without light
There was time with your hero
Could I be your queen one night?
To you its words, time’s vitality
To me its severance of my visibility
The reds were sobered and chapped
Your heart lay quashed and unfound
Your eyes strip wide and unwanted
Cling to that, if you please