the dew of morning presents the best of you

[sk8dsky]

half dead in his sleep...walks along the road where minds meets...coffee breaks while tagging the remains of half- living...invisible yet heavy weights on eyelids of the plenty...not whole but breathing, pungent yet divine a smell of death becomes the spoils of a zombie-breeding nation-wide...the souls of the damned are forever here wandering, sucking 'awakened' life from the nippled contortion...their claws dig into my guts and drown the light in me with their twightlight holes of nothing...i witness his lifeless mouth eat the mangled limbs of his own feet and i am his

*hope you are a good little whore* BAH!