i’m trying to twist my terror into something that can hold me,
a cradle for my baby heart, my suckling soul.
i want my crown, i want my safe place to bleed,
laid out like a snow angel, ****** queen.
my body is a cemetery and i cannot sleep here,
i’m a china doll, the earth cracked my skull.
every sound makes me wail like an infant ghost,
nameless and buried in the morning.
dolores haze, barefoot in the garden,
singing lullabies for my childish grief,
tied up in silk ribbons and dripping in pearls,
swallowed by heaven with nothing to keep.
Apr 7, 2015
Apr 7, 2015 at 11:47 PM UTC
i’m trying to twist my terror into something that can hold me,
a cradle for my baby heart, my suckling soul.
i want my crown, i want my safe place to bleed,
laid out like a snow angel, ****** queen.
my body is a cemetery and i cannot sleep here,
i’m a china doll, the earth cracked my skull.
every sound makes me wail like an infant ghost,
nameless and buried in the morning.
dolores haze, barefoot in the garden,
singing lullabies for my childish grief,
tied up in silk ribbons and dripping in pearls,
swallowed by heaven with nothing to keep.
