I shed people, sheets of rain
You're stories and lies
Adroit little beggar of crumbs
As I become.
A rock, a drop of liquid silver
Mercury's wings are on my heels.
Was there ever a better day to do this?
Would the time erase the flood.
I'm running to you again
And you reach out your foot.
Falling is always a destination.
Falling is abrupt, and ******
And the vampyre in me stays down for the count
And sips the nectar of Gods.
Apr 26, 2015
Apr 26, 2015 at 2:17 PM UTC
I shed people, sheets of rain
You're stories and lies
Adroit little beggar of crumbs
As I become.
A rock, a drop of liquid silver
Mercury's wings are on my heels.
Was there ever a better day to do this?
Would the time erase the flood.
I'm running to you again
And you reach out your foot.
Falling is always a destination.
Falling is abrupt, and ******
And the vampyre in me stays down for the count
And sips the nectar of Gods.
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