Willem Dafoe is my Benadryl Demon, and I Love Him (a Ballad)

The TV fills my cheeks with blue
The room is still as death
His one eye shifts to my desire
I stir, the pills, my health

Oh movie star I need you now
The world is not enough
Reality my allergy
I breathe, Dafoe, my love

A plain white wall, the setting moon
A window half ajar
The stab, I feel it in my skull
It tells me you’re not far

You’re falling now I’m falling too
I’ll meet you at the top
I hold the wind, I hold it close
I breathe, Dafoe, my love

The pink, the shape, an oval joy
I swallow like it’s air
Histamines; he is me
A creature devoid of care

I’m sinking now you feel so light
You fly just like a dove
I bring you in for one last kiss
I breathe, Dafoe, my love

Alone, myself, no one above
I breathe, Dafoe, my love
Alone, I learn, to cut the shroud
I breathe, myself is enough