Pretty Liar, oh
my daughter-maid
who cannot bring herself to rage.
Carved from a river stone,
she was sketched and carved
to flesh and bone.
A viscious toungue of sea-bed viper
clamps to ankles of dead-like surviors.
How cruel these final moist moments are..
Not even allowing the ******
to shoot a glimpse
at the angel behind the bar
bringing them down from afar.
Nor to see the spots
of the velvet tiger
before their ears and nose
crushed, kiss together.
Apr 22, 2015
Apr 22, 2015 at 5:15 PM UTC
Pretty Liar, oh
my daughter-maid
who cannot bring herself to rage.
Carved from a river stone,
she was sketched and carved
to flesh and bone.
A viscious toungue of sea-bed viper
clamps to ankles of dead-like surviors.
How cruel these final moist moments are..
Not even allowing the ******
to shoot a glimpse
at the angel behind the bar
bringing them down from afar.
Nor to see the spots
of the velvet tiger
before their ears and nose
crushed, kiss together.
