The Sweetness

I am dark blue, I'm my own death and locusts and dogs love me.
We've got the same arms, they've got the same thoughts.
I feel them below and above me, so you fail, I'm sweetness.
Don't you fail, I'm sweetness.
I'm tanglement and high pitched movement, tanglement. The movements are silk. I wear my brown eyes like two warm trophies and locusts and dogs love me.
I am dark blue and I'm my own death, sweetness.
We've got the same arms. They've got the same eyes.
I feel them below and above me.