killmeihavesinned

[charmragewar]

hmm.. doth substance require incoherent scribbles on shadowed and incomprehensibly enviable papers? i think not.
yeh, i may have nothing to write but that doesnt mean im not going to.
you are schoolwork,
hidden from the prying eyes of those who seek my demise
perhaps it would be all together relevant to ask an encore of an old friend?

i know the name of which you speak
of naked walk and visage bleak
But she sits at the flower's feet
the ones of Dark and past and plead
ones that heal the wounds that bleed
should when shes drained and in her tomb
But she sits in the flower's womb
reads the world from inside out
charms the petals that feed her pout
When the Dark waves placid hand
floods the nude with soiled sand
fills her head with taint and passion
purrs her own melancholy fashion
But she sucks the flower dry
its milk will run when she learns to cry
slowly wilt and wither and die
why does she suffer from Darkened eye?
But she taunts the flower's stem
fingers ripe in plucking them
soon her blood will run like milk
and Dark will birth a girl of silk
A flower blackened by its garden
But she waits for her heart to harden

it was necessary to cover up some wounds however, or they would bleed incessantly.
hmmm