touch me gently
let my veins turn to ichor
i am the fool and i have journeyed so far
just for justice to send me
back to my mother
she took me behind her curtain
stars in her hair
pomegranates at her feet
as the thundering chariot rushed by
you were at the reins
those sphinxes drove you to me
you let them derail themselves
in a flashy display of sparks and
circumstance
come to me no longer
ichor burnt me
it clogged up my heart
and when i am cut
people gather
with bowls to collect from the vein
Jul 6, 2015
Jul 6, 2015 at 9:05 PM UTC
touch me gently
let my veins turn to ichor
i am the fool and i have journeyed so far
just for justice to send me
back to my mother
she took me behind her curtain
stars in her hair
pomegranates at her feet
as the thundering chariot rushed by
you were at the reins
those sphinxes drove you to me
you let them derail themselves
in a flashy display of sparks and
circumstance
come to me no longer
ichor burnt me
it clogged up my heart
and when i am cut
people gather
with bowls to collect from the vein
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