Blooms of Oblivion Emma Ruth Rundle

Judas, come close to me
Visit in visions
Tell me the story of how
You swing like an actor in the greyest of gardens
Your tongue hanging free from your mouth

Down at the methadone clinic we waited
Hoping to take home your cure
The curdling cowards, the crackle of China
You say that it’s making you pure

And just like Flowers for Algernon
Something’s diminished
There’s a love like you’ve never known pinned to your finish
One, two, six underfoot and you will rise
And in all of your blooms of oblivion
I love you
I love you, see?
See?

Makеr, I’m close to you
To deal your departurе
To make sure you’re nailed to the ground
And all of the glamours of treacherous traitors
Have all run away from you now