(no subject)
I don't know where you go when you leave
But it doesn't seem right to me.....
I board you
You are a ship floating on inky waters
A seaship gliding across mens backs
I am a loner
Doubled across but always doubled up
And your Saints
They're just not enough to save me
Flint! That I'd be rescued
Grey! That I'd blend in
I feel you move across the lengths of my face
Feeding lines into my brain
Filling my cheekbones with your muse
You hold me captive
And I let you
While the Righteous with their bitter prayers
Shed bitter tears for the likes of me
And I selfishly sit idly by
While their salty cheeks change form
And I unmoved by it
Begin my slow decent to hell.
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