Dec 07, 2007 22:35
The bones from my closet, slung across the room
I feel the color coming to the walls
in rich, a sunrise captioned by stone titans
ending with the churning sea of blue
who drowns those she loves deep as le blue
Thus so is my life now...
Upheaval.
Reconstruction
Definition
What tact do I obey?
the one I secretly whisper.
In realms of prey, I marvel and blood-lust
In realms of dire, I all but blood-let
bleed into my focus, a wound curing boredom.
And I shall make thee amongst gods.