Your tongue licks the sweat off me
-- tasting what you wrongfully claimed as
yours.
No mercy - you take no prisoners,
only lost souls.
You're a vulture, a crow
And god, don't you know?
the pain you cause me
when you lick the blood
off my bones?
Your claws dig into my marrow
- are you finished yet?
My decaying brain is left with
holes of regret.
Send me to purgatory
- I'm finished with this mess.
A naive deer is still full of grace
You may have mauled my soul,
but there's still a bit you have yet to taste.
I'll run circles around your head,
throwing fairy dust into your soul.
This silent deer is screaming for mercy,
but you haven't yet swallowed her whole.
-lf-
Aug 25, 2013
Aug 25, 2013 at 6:50 PM UTC
Your tongue licks the sweat off me
-- tasting what you wrongfully claimed as
yours.
No mercy - you take no prisoners,
only lost souls.
You're a vulture, a crow
And god, don't you know?
the pain you cause me
when you lick the blood
off my bones?
Your claws dig into my marrow
- are you finished yet?
My decaying brain is left with
holes of regret.
Send me to purgatory
- I'm finished with this mess.
A naive deer is still full of grace
You may have mauled my soul,
but there's still a bit you have yet to taste.
I'll run circles around your head,
throwing fairy dust into your soul.
This silent deer is screaming for mercy,
but you haven't yet swallowed her whole.
-lf-
© Leelan Farhan
August 25 2013
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