Silt-carriers creeping
Enigmatic tidings
-whiskering
Whiskey translucence
And ***** tonics
Age brought, silent sorrows
I wept them-slowly
For-for-getting,
I could be-
A demon cleansing wreaths
Of teeth and all
You see are leaves.
Petals grow on my skin
Talking venoms and frog-like sin
Yet people are hearing hymns,
Though my wrists are just over
Burdened bludgeonings
Theres blankness and hollows.
Jul 8, 2016
Jul 8, 2016 at 1:48 PM UTC
Silt-carriers creeping
Enigmatic tidings
-whiskering
Whiskey translucence
And ***** tonics
Age brought, silent sorrows
I wept them-slowly
For-for-getting,
I could be-
A demon cleansing wreaths
Of teeth and all
You see are leaves.
Petals grow on my skin
Talking venoms and frog-like sin
Yet people are hearing hymns,
Though my wrists are just over
Burdened bludgeonings
Theres blankness and hollows.
