Saturday, July 13, 2013

If I ever did

She lives she bleeds she is my muse


Looking through black satin eyes

Allowing the darkness to bleed

Vermillion seeds my vision

Warmth it glows on my sticky fingers

 

As I feel yesterday ebb away

I can finally see the light

Seven senses kissed on a dream to nowhere

I can only please myself

 

Soothing pain comforts cerebral thoughts

Holding back the veil

Lifting a rose to smell the fragrance

Erasing the stench that litters a bitter memory

 

My feet cut from the glass

That come up between the blades of grass

Ribbons of flesh decorate the walls

I don't hear the children play no more

 

I wonder if I ever did

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