Anatomical Lyric

Wake up, feel the cool touch of the ancient wooden floor the tinny taste on my lips, my heart fluttering like a bird - the flush in my cheeks soft as a tender kiss engulfed in an ever expanding room that i could never seem to find the door. The pulse pounding in my veins snakes around and around like a flowering vine with every beat i can hear a voice, screaming with a million different colors - a song of lyrics, she sings with my fingers enfolded, entwine. With every soft caress, it stains the canvas of skin down to the very wrinkle, imperfection, and line.