Balmain Octopus

I've a knife on my bed Lying there Atop of unmade sheets A desperate affair Nestled like a jewel in velvet I've got all my clothes on But I'm ice cold A trebeled fragrance A trebeled tongue I moved towards a windlass And it tempted me Conquest Eschatology read Constituency desired He doesn't work at all Towards any meaning Blizzards of chains and false lights Balmain arrangements Tentacles veering Orangey blades Brush out the clearing and conquer Cheating Remains It just Subsistence at this point I'm binding my fingers with the curtain draw The cover wavered in the milky whipping wind Black background White text A colorful line tree with characters all around I had it hung under which birches and supermassives purple moon The lime green night sky Nailed into the wall Ripped through and fell onto the cactus Splaid out over the pink petals Poked by the plastic spines