His situation was dire.
Despite having taken shelter
Inside that ring of fire,
Fuelled with whiskey and ****
And ****** with flesh,
She still held in her beautiful hands
The end of the rope around his neck.
Stepping into, and out of the flames
With unbelievable, unnatural ease,
She would tighten and loosen
That noose of her deadly love,
As and when she pleased.
Mar 2, 2013
Mar 2, 2013 at 12:19 PM UTC
His situation was dire.
Despite having taken shelter
Inside that ring of fire,
Fuelled with whiskey and ****
And ****** with flesh,
She still held in her beautiful hands
The end of the rope around his neck.
Stepping into, and out of the flames
With unbelievable, unnatural ease,
She would tighten and loosen
That noose of her deadly love,
As and when she pleased.
For Hank Moody (Californication).
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