Leech your stony knuckles to my brow
Excavate the valley where my soul once stood
and tell me what you find
Bury your treachery deep in my breast
and allow my heart to follow at a tasteful distance
Lean onto me the fertile tones of your voice
but cut me loose of your chords
**** my minds thoughts and ********** your prayers
on the corner of Lonely and Broken
Death be to me all the things you are not
Shuttering, staggering, stuttering still
Compromised.
May 30, 2016
May 30, 2016 at 12:09 AM UTC
Leech your stony knuckles to my brow
Excavate the valley where my soul once stood
and tell me what you find
Bury your treachery deep in my breast
and allow my heart to follow at a tasteful distance
Lean onto me the fertile tones of your voice
but cut me loose of your chords
**** my minds thoughts and ********** your prayers
on the corner of Lonely and Broken
Death be to me all the things you are not
Shuttering, staggering, stuttering still
Compromised.
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