before he died
his breath was sour
it smelled like whiskey
flock to me
adorn me in funerary robes
build me into a messiah
so i can bruise myself in your name
i promise to you
i ******* swear to all i have left that i would finish creating you
but our time has run out
Sep 24, 2013
Sep 24, 2013 at 11:05 PM UTC
before he died
his breath was sour
it smelled like whiskey
flock to me
adorn me in funerary robes
build me into a messiah
so i can bruise myself in your name
i promise to you
i ******* swear to all i have left that i would finish creating you
but our time has run out
