You laid with me in a shallow grave
Blood could no longer run from
My cracked lips
And fermented saliva
Harbored a black tongue
Swelled and jetted out
Juxtaposed against ghostly flesh
You lit a match and searched for
The wick inside me
Tried to find the flame of who
I once was
To light it again.
Dec 4, 2013
Dec 4, 2013 at 5:33 PM UTC
You laid with me in a shallow grave
Blood could no longer run from
My cracked lips
And fermented saliva
Harbored a black tongue
Swelled and jetted out
Juxtaposed against ghostly flesh
You lit a match and searched for
The wick inside me
Tried to find the flame of who
I once was
To light it again.
