Everything is ice. Everything is ice
The barbwires frozen and the ephedra vines are white
But the snow melts on my nose
And your hands are cold
And the kiss is over nothing left but the spit
The rings been worn
It hurts that the vegetables rotted in that cellar.
The gowns been starched and the freezer just tightens it
Onions ruined cabbage dead
Carrots putrid
And the vilest
You've ever seen
It looks like starry night
I followed you into the mesquite when the shinry oak calls my name. I'm dragged to the deep by my tongue when the thing I needs a brain
Cut into two hemispheres a naval orange into
A ****** mess of sticky stuff
Nourished by the juice
I should have froze you too
I should have froze in the ice lake
Then melted once the blizzards done but I've seemed to made a mistake.
Bleeding in the snow I clench my fist and chest
Wrenching all my guts last glory
Death falling on fleur de lis
You're my flower with withered petals cold dead blue.
Mar 3, 2014
Mar 3, 2014 at 12:10 AM UTC
Everything is ice. Everything is ice
The barbwires frozen and the ephedra vines are white
But the snow melts on my nose
And your hands are cold
And the kiss is over nothing left but the spit
The rings been worn
It hurts that the vegetables rotted in that cellar.
The gowns been starched and the freezer just tightens it
Onions ruined cabbage dead
Carrots putrid
And the vilest
You've ever seen
It looks like starry night
I followed you into the mesquite when the shinry oak calls my name. I'm dragged to the deep by my tongue when the thing I needs a brain
Cut into two hemispheres a naval orange into
A ****** mess of sticky stuff
Nourished by the juice
I should have froze you too
I should have froze in the ice lake
Then melted once the blizzards done but I've seemed to made a mistake.
Bleeding in the snow I clench my fist and chest
Wrenching all my guts last glory
Death falling on fleur de lis
You're my flower with withered petals cold dead blue.
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