Bottles
tiny glass enemies
filled with bitter fear
Trinkets and Bottles
capped and swollen to
never remove me
Vials of lovers
Locked in bitter
Madness.
Black in clear cages,
Stand my armies of poison
Their sapphire skins shine
Their blue bullets of pain
Bottles,
Shelved liquid contempt,
reflecting back shards
Pierces-with such
captured Hell.
Deceiving smiles.
With frost-bite breathe
hold for me, tiny
vials full, the Enemy.
Jan 24, 2012
Jan 24, 2012 at 9:21 PM UTC
Bottles
tiny glass enemies
filled with bitter fear
Trinkets and Bottles
capped and swollen to
never remove me
Vials of lovers
Locked in bitter
Madness.
Black in clear cages,
Stand my armies of poison
Their sapphire skins shine
Their blue bullets of pain
Bottles,
Shelved liquid contempt,
reflecting back shards
Pierces-with such
captured Hell.
Deceiving smiles.
With frost-bite breathe
hold for me, tiny
vials full, the Enemy.
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