Ouroboros
Sometimes
When the sun paints my face
From dark brown
To gold,
I wish it’d last.
And my hair would stretch down to my waist
With curls only a girl could desire.
Watch it grow longer
And longer.
Till even I can't see how far it goes.
Maybe i’m smothering myself
In the greed
Of things I want.
Repeating the same needs over and over.
God it tastes fucking amazing—
Sometimes
When the sun paints my face
From dark brown
To gold,
I wish it’d last.
And my hair would stretch down to my waist
With curls only a girl could desire.
Watch it grow longer
And longer.
Till even I can't see how far it goes.
Maybe i’m smothering myself
In the greed
Of things I want.
Repeating the same needs over and over.
God it tastes fucking amazing—
Sometimes
When the sun paints my face
From dark brown
To gold,
I wish it’d last.
And my hair would stretch down to my waist
With curls only a girl could desire.
Watch it grow longer
And longer.
Till even I can't see how far it goes.
Maybe i’m smothering myself
In the greed
Of things I want.
Repeating the same needs over and over.
God it tastes fucking amazing—
Sometimes
When the sun paints my face
From dark brown
To gold,
I wish it’d last.
And my hair would stretch down to my waist
With curls only a girl could desire.
Watch it grow longer
And longer.
Till even I can't see how far it goes.
Maybe i’m smothering myself
In the greed
Of things I want.
Repeating the same needs over and over.
God it tastes fucking amazing—
sometimes
when the sun paints my face
from dark brown
to gold,
i wish it’d last.
and my hair would stretch down to my waist
with curls only a girl could desire.
watch it grow longer
and longer.
till even I can't see how far it goes.
maybe i’m smothering myself
in the greed
of things i want.
repeating the same needs over and over—
god it tastes fucking amazing.
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PersonalThemeAbstract
Deeply personal desire for physical transformation and self-acceptance.
SparseMeasureDense
Multiple layered ideas: desire, obsession, self-critique, contradiction woven densely.
DarkSentimentBright
Mixed: longing and self-criticism tempered by sensual pleasure and acceptance.
StillEnergyExplosive
Intense through repetition, capitalized GOD, profanity, and visceral desire language.
MicroLengthEpic
61+ lines with strategic repetition across multiple stanzas.
PlainFigurativeOrnamented
Strong metaphors (sun paints face, hair stretches), personification, sensory imagery.
LyricVoiceDramatic
Pure lyric internal monologue; introspective first-person consciousness throughout.
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