Monday, April 14, 2014
Wednesday, April 9, 2014
Vice Around My Heart
A vice around my heart
Which pumps out ice.
Lips sewn shut
Lest I spew out fire.
Snakes slither in my eyes
Poised to strike at your lies.
Heroine in my presence,
a silent addiction.
Fluid in my movements,
Washing away your memory.
Which pumps out ice.
Lips sewn shut
Lest I spew out fire.
Snakes slither in my eyes
Poised to strike at your lies.
Heroine in my presence,
a silent addiction.
Fluid in my movements,
Washing away your memory.
Tuesday, April 8, 2014
Blue Woes
Frozen winter air
Drifting through shattered, broken window panes.
Cold, dull, and aching soul,
Blue lips and silent woes.
Drifting through shattered, broken window panes.
Cold, dull, and aching soul,
Blue lips and silent woes.
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