it was fine to say
that nothing would hurt me
but the crushing weight
of hideous swan songs
darling, you should know
i was made for this
house of knives
the sigil was burning
from across the sea
and under the covers
you pulled away
blood red lights
kissed my animal face
when i heard your name
Oct 15, 2018
Oct 15, 2018 at 2:02 PM UTC
it was fine to say
that nothing would hurt me
but the crushing weight
of hideous swan songs
darling, you should know
i was made for this
house of knives
the sigil was burning
from across the sea
and under the covers
you pulled away
blood red lights
kissed my animal face
when i heard your name
Request permission to use this poem