"Emerald-Eyed, Low Income Vampire"
I'm bound in a coffin, dealing with a quandary;
Specifically, the garlic pizza steams and cleans my springtime nasal cavity like a laundry;
Thus, to bite the stinking rose that heals,
Resurrecting my heart that grieves and bleeds and feels--
All is about the power of positive perception,
Forcing yourself to gel and gregariously fit in.
