Dead Dreams
I made a uniform
Out of a unicorn
And crowned my head with its horn.
Then I gave the ace of cakes a taste—
Spooning through the glaze
Of chocolate spades
And heart-shaped blood
Dripping from the tip
Of my frosting covered club.
I made a uniform
Out of a unicorn
And crowned my head with its horn.
Then I gave the ace of cakes a taste—
Spooning through the glaze
Of chocolate spades
And heart-shaped blood
Dripping from the tip
Of my frosting covered club.