outside with the faeries

petrified lips like slit ~
with not much more than nips to bud ~
gota catch them ~
or they'll run amuck ~
a taste of magical moments gives to empty sounds
` lost in herself ~
a playground found ~
a new family born ~
better than mother devil with horns ~
father waste who's back in the war ~
get down now on your knees ~
sounds familiar ~
WHORE ~
let vanilla deal with that '
Im only three ~
Im going outside ~
talk to the faeries  ~