.:XIII:. Impotent mercy and poor the glow - the predators lie still in bed

Jul 29, 2006 14:32

[Private to Self]

East of Eden there is a river full of blood, black pearls - desanctified. Thirsty clouds gather, swarming around the pools (their lead leaves heavy imprints on the soil thick with snails). Say - innocent deserve the least. They have to die. Alright.

Fingers clutching at the very neck-- you hear the crunch? The punch, the hunch. Thrust against her, like you thrust against your lust. Untangible, unbreakable. I need out.

He says, "Unstoppable." But then there is the aegis; it's ages old and worn. Deliver him a black Iris.

[/Private to Self]

[Private to Perry Derrick]

A pomegranate, with juice so lush and vital, sweetly sour
The seeds, the canine vices, and comes the sanguine dawn

[/Private to Perry Derrick]

I lie, unscared, with blood of gods above my ruins dour.
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