Nirvana (644)

She eyes me like a Pisces when I am weak, I've been locked inside your heart-shaped box for weeks, I've been drawn into your magnet tar pit trap, I wish I could eat your cancer when you turn black, Meat-eating orchids forgive no one just yet, Cut myself on angel hair and baby's breath, Broken hymen of Your Highness, I'm left black Throw down your umbilical noose so I can climb right back,