twisted scarred ashes

Mar 30, 2004 20:05

trace over the guidelines with a sharp ended knife
finger the lumps of dried blood that spell thy name
whisper through the scarred tissue to the blackened heart
run up & down the hills accumulating chocolate soil
set sail to the dead cells framing disgust deceiving
scratch at the embers lining the twisted horizon hiding
seek the golden words forming on glossy pouting flesh
stain moonlight skin colours of wine hanging
fly with ashes of senseless succulent souls

there is no need for introductions, they only waste time and you will soon get to know me. I am all that I am. love me or hate me, it's all up to you.

[music breathe me // sia]

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