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The stars aren't as tasteful        as I'd hoped they'd be, *You fickle moon, You eclipse of a lover.*            Vinegar.  That's what those cosmic light bulbs we call stars taste like.          Raw and savoring, bold & eccentric.           *Kissing summer on winter's lips           The cheek of spring still stings from autumn's hand* And I'm marooned in this fine                             red wine hour,   nostalgic in the art of reading           The hum of dragons pulse~ The whisper of the wolven breath,                          This time around your blood                                         was thinner than ice. Twisting the tendrils of our thistled love across my snowy throat,             ***Crimson is so ******* beautiful*** It was your job to swallow sunsets and it was mine to throw up sunrises.           We followed the commandments branded on my cheeks.                            *It was the only bible we had,                          Because my scars were worth                                                          "something"* When the roof of the sky meets the jaw of the sun, the teeth are the clouds & constellations. I fed the world my spine because it was starving.          chinking off marrow, and mouthfuls of my flesh, Devour me.                     *And in my wake you shifted the lapis void,                      forcing my eyes open as gold tears spilt* Streetlamps groaning at midnight, will you watch the ravens with me at 3 a.m? I'm not one for fate but,           destiny is mine for the taking. Bones wish they're bending,      yet promise they're not breaking. I bargained my soul and sins with Lupus, and now I am his poet.                        A daughter of aurora borealis,                      buckets full of silver  sloshing admist                            my eyes.                       When I no longer love you,                                it will be silent,                                 and tragic. .
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Aug 14, 2015
Aug 14, 2015 at 11:29 PM UTC
The Wolf's Crypt
The stars aren't as tasteful        as I'd hoped they'd be, *You fickle moon, You eclipse of a lover.*            Vinegar.  That's what those cosmic light bulbs we call stars taste like.          Raw and savoring, bold & eccentric.           *Kissing summer on winter's lips           The cheek of spring still stings from autumn's hand* And I'm marooned in this fine                             red wine hour,   nostalgic in the art of reading           The hum of dragons pulse~ The whisper of the wolven breath,                          This time around your blood                                         was thinner than ice. Twisting the tendrils of our thistled love across my snowy throat,             ***Crimson is so ******* beautiful*** It was your job to swallow sunsets and it was mine to throw up sunrises.           We followed the commandments branded on my cheeks.                            *It was the only bible we had,                          Because my scars were worth                                                          "something"* When the roof of the sky meets the jaw of the sun, the teeth are the clouds & constellations. I fed the world my spine because it was starving.          chinking off marrow, and mouthfuls of my flesh, Devour me.                     *And in my wake you shifted the lapis void,                      forcing my eyes open as gold tears spilt* Streetlamps groaning at midnight, will you watch the ravens with me at 3 a.m? I'm not one for fate but,           destiny is mine for the taking. Bones wish they're bending,      yet promise they're not breaking. I bargained my soul and sins with Lupus, and now I am his poet.                        A daughter of aurora borealis,                      buckets full of silver  sloshing admist                            my eyes.                       When I no longer love you,                                it will be silent,                                 and tragic. .
This one's for you, my wolf girl. I'm sorry that I am the reason you're suffering. © Copywrite Skaidrum
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Aug 14, 2015
Aug 14, 2015 at 11:29 PM UTC
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