L I L I A N

and I know

but for some reason it's fine

I'm experienced with time

and still dreaming of gold

the stupid thing

in a glimmer of the light

my memory is on fire

I grasp to hold the hand

of an amphibious felt kero

like the piggy dancing

microphone in hand

subsided stale revenge

dissect the memory

cutting fingers on the edges

wailing with the withered breath

my former thoughts

engaged

and aged

the power of spite

and the push it gave me

brought forth gold and reverence

so now I'm asking

to push me one last time

to achieve even more

the mountain on my back

still strains to see the shine

I left a memory on the backdoor

and pressed it in the clock

tapping plus signs to bide my time

and I opened a portal into your mind

lined in the bind I tried

to wind down from the throne

in the lingerie I own