Rapture

My veins glitter, a new horror

The same color you blush your cheeks

The same hue you rinse your lips

My veins are a jungle

My veins copy your manic state

My veins stretch out to drain my chest blood, Adding it back into your lungs

My body is tattooed in mermaid scales

Each bruise, a sapphire, a ruby

Each bruise takes a while to find the perfect spot to land

Suffocating on your bloated air

The best part is the water only makes it smoother

I swim with stones

Encased in glue, tactics that leave me feeling less blue and more pitch purple, a caustic tone

That seems to suggest irony.