by Arcassin Burnham
I'll stay with you in this line if you want me to
flashing images in my head makes me think
that i am dead and possibly unable to comprehend,
I'll be what you want to be at the end of the day
you kiss my cheek and bush my skin with your hands,
pays attention to my glance without the decorative sin,
I'm floating off into the abyss of fracturing skulls,
as i brake mine i see the mountain that crumbles
and falls with the swing of my arms and the rhythm
in my steps and the flask that i drink in my hands where
the blood comes from my finger tips,
it wouldn't last,
while waiting in this long line.
Jan 9, 2016
Jan 9, 2016 at 9:28 PM UTC
by Arcassin Burnham
I'll stay with you in this line if you want me to
flashing images in my head makes me think
that i am dead and possibly unable to comprehend,
I'll be what you want to be at the end of the day
you kiss my cheek and bush my skin with your hands,
pays attention to my glance without the decorative sin,
I'm floating off into the abyss of fracturing skulls,
as i brake mine i see the mountain that crumbles
and falls with the swing of my arms and the rhythm
in my steps and the flask that i drink in my hands where
the blood comes from my finger tips,
it wouldn't last,
while waiting in this long line.
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