My art in your surrender is to take your knees.
You can’t stand being with me after all.
Deception dances on the edges of my hate filled smile.
Eyes like snakes, they charm you,
as their shadows cast haunting images on the walls.
My slices are delivered with a dull knife,
they never do completely heal.
Mar 1, 2017
Mar 1, 2017 at 12:29 PM UTC
My art in your surrender is to take your knees.
You can’t stand being with me after all.
Deception dances on the edges of my hate filled smile.
Eyes like snakes, they charm you,
as their shadows cast haunting images on the walls.
My slices are delivered with a dull knife,
they never do completely heal.
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