the smile on your face
as the will of the other breaks
is a spectacle among them,
i'll tell you that much
how i long to be in the place
of such a lovely end,
buried in that feminine touch
overwhelmed by the pain
looking up at tatoos like
a landmark, this land is
marked and i can see you from
many miles away, now
i'm rushing to the grave with
it engraved in my brain,
i will keep the image as i go
ever downward
Dec 18, 2014
Dec 18, 2014 at 3:32 PM UTC
the smile on your face
as the will of the other breaks
is a spectacle among them,
i'll tell you that much
how i long to be in the place
of such a lovely end,
buried in that feminine touch
overwhelmed by the pain
looking up at tatoos like
a landmark, this land is
marked and i can see you from
many miles away, now
i'm rushing to the grave with
it engraved in my brain,
i will keep the image as i go
ever downward
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