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Vida Crow Jan 2017
And maybe they are strange, strange children
who are tired, tired

[But a tired that sleep won't fix]
Vida Crow Jan 2017
Hide your eyes,
darling,
he tells me.

And takes my
hand
as we jump into a
wonderland

[And we are all
lost souls
here]
Vida Crow Jan 2017
A Crow theived him of his blood
And in return he haunted her,
her ghost

And when madness and contempt
Became stained by passion and pale flesh
He thinks that their tangled, ****** limbs
will be their d o w n f a l l

[But then again, he was the one to triumph in the end]
Vida Crow Jan 2017
A Crow theived him of his blood
And in return he haunted her,
her ghost

And when madness and contempt
Became stained by passion and pale flesh
He thinks that their tangled, ****** limbs
will be their d o w n f a l l

[But then again, he was the one to triumph in the end]
Vida Crow Jan 2017
And you burn me
With your gall
And rasping beauty
Fused into tarnish and **gold
Sorry, read uprooted recently
Vida Crow Jan 2017
He is torn
between two royals,
blue blood, pretty eyes.

One is his master, his King.
The other holds his heart captive,
greedy, greedy.

She is porcelain skin, ****** hair.
Her mouth is a wicked creature,
poison her weapon of choice
(And how she has poisoned him)

She lusts for the throne
He thwarts her at every turn

Its a strange game,
tearing each other apart
does this remind you of merlin?
Vida Crow Dec 2016
Pocket full of iron,
Pull silver from my throat

Iodine stained grin
Tip back nickel and tin

(Is that the taste of blood or pennies in my mouth?)
Sorry, chemistry on the brain
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