- ACID BATH -
Creeping like frost
As slow as grave
moss
Like drowning in
dry oceans of
bone dust
I taste the
wreckage of
crumbling faces
I know the pale
thing in the
darkest of places
Slow desolation
like a funeral
procession
The lovely one
screams like she's
caught between
stations
I eat the razor, a
mouthful of God's
flesh
Sweating this
blackness,
I am shutting this
cold death
I remember blood
from the thighs of
the mother
As everything is
eaten by another
How much more
must we bleed her
I cut their throats
while they slept
I wept
I peel back my
skull for you
Yes I do
DEAD VENUS BLUE
Love is rotting on
the vine
Crumbling in God's
sunshine
I am dying all the
time
Point me at the
sky...sky...
DEAD VENUS BLUE
I taste the
wreckage of
crumbling faces
I know the pale
thing in the
darkest of places
Hi!I feel lucky for being the first to sign here.Have a blessed life.By the way,plz make a good contrast between the colours of the text and the background of your pf.Everything is blue here.
Venus
2012/02/02 06:55Bangali
2010/09/05 22:07Bangali
2010/09/05 18:53