Here it comes again. Mesh of arms travels up my neck. . Morning dawn declares itself. And mirrors stare back at my reflection. . When I'm alone, I'm alone at night.
I've been waiting for so long. For someone to. Mend all the blame. I've been searching for so long. For something to. Anonymous. Avenge my name. Anonymous.
I must have crawled through your bedroom door. In a fit of jealous breath. Perched upon the baptist foot. Of your unsuspecting bed. From the blossom rags in my jackal croon.
When you leave the nights on. Contagions bind your doublespeak. . Malice tends to choke my father's grip. But his hands are always clean. . Walk towards the light.
Tell me it's over. Rusbel awaits. I've been to the surface. And nothing is there. Eyelids sank muffled. In the nerve aura sound. But when she awakes. Will she still be with us.
Among the tattered dwelling of the new found home, in the furthest cramped corner sat the shell of a goat head strangled in copper wire, scraped of it's insides, unwashed behind the ears, fueling the crooked names spoken by leeches..
Just don't know the layman's terms. To call the mess you bleed. Crawls beneath the surface. Sought blood through a family tree. . The date's been changed.
Just as he hit. The ground. They lowered a tow that. Stuck in his neck to the gills. Fragments of sobiquets. Riddle me this. Flinch stitcheing. Aureole.
Tell me it's over. rusbel awaits. i've been to the surface. and nothing is there. eyelids sank muffled. in the nerve aura sound. but when she awakes. will she still be with us.
You must have been phlegmatic in stature. The gates of thanos are a spread eagle wide. You let the shutters make sackcloth and ashes. Out of a blind mans picaresque heart.
You must have been phlegmatic in stature. The gates of thanos are a spread eagle wide. You let the shutters make sackcloth and ashes. Out of a blind mans picaresque heart.
Clipside of the pinkeye flight. I'm not the percent you think survives. I need sanctuary in the pages of this book. Gestating with all the other rats.
My love becomes a mange. Dyeing autumn in its leaves. When it broke me in the branch. Where my antlers come to feed. And I swam a hundred days. In the bosom of this filth.
Transient jet lag ecto mimed bison. This is the haunt of roulette dares. Ruse of metacarpi. Caveat emptor....to all that enter here. Open wrist talks back again.
Do you remember how you wore that dress?. It slipped my sight beneath the eye glint. Do you remember what you said to me?. What course has given you the right, to stray?.
Do you remember how you wore that dress?. It slipped my sight beneath the eye glint. Do you remember what you said to me?. What course has given you the right, to stray?.
Transient jet lag ecto mimed bison. This is the haunt of roulette dares. Ruse of metacarpi. Caveat emptor....to all that enter here. Open wrist talks back again.
I've always wanted. To eat glass with you again. But I never knew how. How to talk without. Walls dropping on the eve. The nest they made couldn't break you.
The world is burned, it never hurts. Shanks round the bend when you're foaming at the binge. . On your serrated edge, you're like a snail that sticks.