Apr 29, 2005 17:59
Brick by brick, the night eclipsed
Pricked by cuticle thorns
Dried the sleep on nursery slits
Into this life I’m born...
If you should see the dice, charmed with
It’s snaked choked eyes
You’ll wear the widows weeds
Because they’re just your size...
And one day you’ll remember
Behind the melting cones, you always had a family
In the burial of your home...
I hope this melody will end..the vibes of my shame and rythym of guilt...
And I now reminisce..it was all my fault..