Most beautiful fragment,
You're a frayed photograph,
Your focal point blurred,
with the tears you have,
swallowed.
Don't tuck your fingers,
beneath your sleeves.
Darling I have seen the,
severed butterflies.
Which bit into your wrists.
Sweatheart, don't ever,
let my eyes wander,
over -new found- gashes
of vapid metal.
My sinking love,
with -emaciated- scars.
Running down your
-pronounced- ribs.
With every ounce you
tear from your thighs,
I sigh in depleted joy.
And weep to the
children of the sleepless.
To those who ****** their
bloodied knuckles-
scraped against a charred throat.
Hold fast to-
these horrid delusions.
To which you have conceived.
Close your sleepy eyes,
wake for tomorrow's morn.
Dec 26, 2013
Dec 26, 2013 at 2:00 PM UTC
Most beautiful fragment,
You're a frayed photograph,
Your focal point blurred,
with the tears you have,
swallowed.
Don't tuck your fingers,
beneath your sleeves.
Darling I have seen the,
severed butterflies.
Which bit into your wrists.
Sweatheart, don't ever,
let my eyes wander,
over -new found- gashes
of vapid metal.
My sinking love,
with -emaciated- scars.
Running down your
-pronounced- ribs.
With every ounce you
tear from your thighs,
I sigh in depleted joy.
And weep to the
children of the sleepless.
To those who ****** their
bloodied knuckles-
scraped against a charred throat.
Hold fast to-
these horrid delusions.
To which you have conceived.
Close your sleepy eyes,
wake for tomorrow's morn.
