Oct 19, 2009 23:11
Softly draped across this composed hardwood floor
My bare skin costumed with gleaming droplets
Inhuman in all my disguise, a million little pearls
A dashing face, vacant eyes, exposing a restless luxury
Your fleshy fingers manipulate these camouflaged hands
Majestically mute in my morning dew kissed attire
You whisper into my breathless lungs, with your handsome black irises
A flickering bulb slowly drains my virginal pose
Brushing cult fiction fantasy with a chilling blow of reality
I see her hanging, dark and lovely
Her starry-eyed daydreams tenderly dripping over her fingertips
Unable to be saved, I fade in and out of smoke lined mirrors