Arrows your choir.
Release.
In come high soaring melodies
The air bathes in their aromas
A disguise for incoming piercings.
One strike upon the next.
Perseverance bleeds from every wound.
First it trickles
Now it pours.
When struck again
Please find my head or my throat.
Jun 24, 2015
Jun 24, 2015 at 2:03 AM UTC
Arrows your choir.
Release.
In come high soaring melodies
The air bathes in their aromas
A disguise for incoming piercings.
One strike upon the next.
Perseverance bleeds from every wound.
First it trickles
Now it pours.
When struck again
Please find my head or my throat.
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