Porcelain

My brain is porcelain. I'm a Contortionist I want to breathe you in As your light breathes Like wine and lilac Betrothed inside your veins. Your bones are verdant and fair I would die without you. My brain is porcelain. I'm a contortionist A fiend of circumstance, I break at zeal's first glance. My vice is my own mind I would die without you. You dress my loveless spine and braid my muzzled hair You rip my heart in two I would die without you I would die without you. My brain is porcelain My brain is porcelain.