Black and white you render,
Why must I surrender?
You have me on my knees,
Blurring lines of gender
Shove it down my throat
Absinthe and blow
My body’s canvas
Fist the brush
We’ll make great art
You’ll get a rush
So paint me black
and shade me blue
Then sign your name, with red ink too
my high’s become your low,
As you strike another blow
So paint me black
and shade me blue
Then sign your name with red, ink, too
Sugar drips into the glass
It takes the bite away
The scars left on my flesh
They put me on display
Fan the flames of hatred
You’ll only make me stay
My body’s canvas
Fist the brush
We’ll make great art
You’ll get a rush
So paint me black
and shade me blue
Then sign your name, with red ink too
my high’s become your low,
As you strike another blow
So paint me black
and shade me blue
Then sign your name with red, ink, too
Black and white you render,
Why must I surrender?
You have me on my knees,
Blurring lines of gender
Shove it down my throat
Absinthe and blow
Matt Lakatos-Hayward is that tall kid who hides his inner happiness and joy behind a dark exterior of eyeliner, nail polish, and thigh high boots.
-@Dark_Lylyth
