My black sugar skull
to have and to hold
this sweetness that crawls on my tongue like a beetle
It rolls down the tongue like diamonds
It fills up the tooth like poison
It is a time that rolls down the spine like snake eyes
my black sugar skull
to have and to hold
to kiss in the cold
and crawl down my tongue like a beetle
It fills up the heart like brimstone
Murders the flowers like snow fall
Screams down the halls of cathedrals of salt
And rests on the head like cobalt
Blue is the color of ribbons, and veins, and first born names
The rain washes dirt off the skin
But not off the soul
My black sugar skull X 4
To have and to hold X 4
To kiss in the cold
and crawl down my tongue like a beetle
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