My Beautiful Disease
Date: Jul 19th, 2006 10:17:45 am - Subscribe
Mood: alluring
Your resplendent eyes null and void.
Drowned.
Tossed below the hammer.
An angel lost her footing, and
hopessly spirals down.
Your delicate pedals seared
torn asunder with the petrol.
With chipped paint along your fences
your gardens swallowed whole.
Your beauty, obsolete
sinking one more fathom.
You're and ending
to the holiest of autumns.
You're my stone garden.
you're my sacrificial bleed.
your a head on collision.
you're a beautiful disease.
Such gentle fingers,
punching heartache into souls
a song escapes your lips before
an unescapable below.
My pages reaming screams
like a grave without a wreath.
Hurt scrawled between the lines
like flesh between the teeth.
And your beauty sinks one more fathom
You're an ending
to the holiest of autumns.
You're my stone garden.
you're my sacrificial bleed.
your a head on collision.
you're a beautiful disease.
Graves deep, completed,
so that I throw you to the wolves.
Your grave lies where thorns grow.
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femmeemo - November 11th, 2006 |
