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Off this crumbling frame Chance the fall Into your gaping chest Followed my bleeding Dreams on wing To lay where you rest Slow burn With veins in the wall I’m home Nerve’s knots braved my steps This mad chase Through the maddening reign Nightmares gored my eyes I felt through To catch your throbbing name Thirsty Ink-bitten hands I’m home Of all my hours That you fill I drown My highest hopes Black and blue To keep you Throw me across the sun Ashes to ashes Blow me away Upon the beat and break Of your hell hung heart Breathe me awake If you E’er dare To run My beautiful beast With rapture blushed skin Drenched with sparks So demure in your Wild whipped temper Thick sick of dark Razor Feather sewn arms I’ll wait Come on, Hasten haste Search the threads Lies woven in your spine Rip the sutures free Will you feel Once again, in time Patience War worn back I’ll wait Of all my hours That you fill I drown My highest hopes Black and blue To keep you Throw me across the sun Ashes to ashes Blow me away Upon the beat and break Of your hell hung heart Breathe me awake If you E’er dare To speak You defy to **** death This fevered wonder Your mirror’s pride In which you lay yourself To bed and to sleep ‘Hind hollow eyes Will you E’er dare To fly
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May 26, 2010
May 26, 2010 at 1:19 PM UTC
Thrown Into the Sun
Off this crumbling frame Chance the fall Into your gaping chest Followed my bleeding Dreams on wing To lay where you rest Slow burn With veins in the wall I’m home Nerve’s knots braved my steps This mad chase Through the maddening reign Nightmares gored my eyes I felt through To catch your throbbing name Thirsty Ink-bitten hands I’m home Of all my hours That you fill I drown My highest hopes Black and blue To keep you Throw me across the sun Ashes to ashes Blow me away Upon the beat and break Of your hell hung heart Breathe me awake If you E’er dare To run My beautiful beast With rapture blushed skin Drenched with sparks So demure in your Wild whipped temper Thick sick of dark Razor Feather sewn arms I’ll wait Come on, Hasten haste Search the threads Lies woven in your spine Rip the sutures free Will you feel Once again, in time Patience War worn back I’ll wait Of all my hours That you fill I drown My highest hopes Black and blue To keep you Throw me across the sun Ashes to ashes Blow me away Upon the beat and break Of your hell hung heart Breathe me awake If you E’er dare To speak You defy to **** death This fevered wonder Your mirror’s pride In which you lay yourself To bed and to sleep ‘Hind hollow eyes Will you E’er dare To fly
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andrew-robinson
American
May 26, 2010
May 26, 2010 at 1:19 PM UTC
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