Under your skin.
Lies an undead relic rooted in beauty.
Submerging an eon of engravings within
This lake of repulsions.
Denegrating liquid
Giving shelter to the serpent: impermanence.
I bathe in a floral decay of interstellar emotion
Manifesting itself in your cellar door.
So tell the black rabbit that my eyes are still red.
And searching for clarity in this watered-down blue.
Dec 5, 2012
Dec 5, 2012 at 1:10 AM UTC
Under your skin.
Lies an undead relic rooted in beauty.
Submerging an eon of engravings within
This lake of repulsions.
Denegrating liquid
Giving shelter to the serpent: impermanence.
I bathe in a floral decay of interstellar emotion
Manifesting itself in your cellar door.
So tell the black rabbit that my eyes are still red.
And searching for clarity in this watered-down blue.
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