New Jeanland

So sincere I am poisonous, like a dream; remained a dream. So then, the duality, caught between reality, and sleep. In shadows, in whispers, in the darkest thoughts cascading. Unhealthy like the moonshine pouring over gravestones in the night, and, soft, delicious, but I know… and you like, and I wait… it’s easy for a timeless witch. I’ll put a spell, become a wine, So you can drink me and be mine.