to know your skin
is to know the turmoil of creation
you are the visceral
the primal roar
urging its way out
i will shape you
mold you out of sand
draw your pleasure out
and ruin your salvation
you've given me a taste
so now i'll sniff out your blood
and crawl my way over
and snarl and scratch at you
and feast on your flesh
Jun 20, 2012
Jun 20, 2012 at 3:05 AM UTC
to know your skin
is to know the turmoil of creation
you are the visceral
the primal roar
urging its way out
i will shape you
mold you out of sand
draw your pleasure out
and ruin your salvation
you've given me a taste
so now i'll sniff out your blood
and crawl my way over
and snarl and scratch at you
and feast on your flesh
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