Forgotten flesh behind cold walls,
pressing nose to steamed glass--
With weightless memories,
your ache hides within a dream
like whispers on a scream.
--playing moon games.
a black widow wrapping
flies is the only sound.
The silence roared like fire,
standing in the shadows of surrender...
etching goodbye in the mist.
Jun 2, 2012
Jun 2, 2012 at 11:21 PM UTC
Forgotten flesh behind cold walls,
pressing nose to steamed glass--
With weightless memories,
your ache hides within a dream
like whispers on a scream.
--playing moon games.
a black widow wrapping
flies is the only sound.
The silence roared like fire,
standing in the shadows of surrender...
etching goodbye in the mist.
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