Pixie Lyrics

Young unicorns snatched from the impossible skies precious horns, ordinary chainsaws. I am left with horses revolting in the normalcy, shipwrecked by a face all sweet and empty like a hollow candy, or an ice cream smile licked down to a cigarette I promptly extinguished in a dead infection. A desk drawer full of blurry sunflowers. Under your bare feet are only symptomatic of the monster I have become.