Little girl blue v4

Little girl blue with eyes of dusk
And wit skull dry, pierce like a tusk
Through every silly sad disguise.
unmask the charlatans. Their lies
Of soured honey drip from lips
Twist valentines to arrow tips.
And all the while they sing, 'adore.
My heart, my soul, tis yours!' Implore to bury one inside another.
Makes grave of one and corpse the other.
So wind up not gilded in cage.
Hath single passion and be that rage.