Still raw from the drums
The purging of sound
You are an ulcered kleptomaniac
you can't fight such thrill-
The thrill of consuming
Theft
Thieving metaphorical hearts
Your words are howls
You're a dog burying it's bone without a care as to who it belongs
You steal and you destroy
And you leave the poor ashes as a final knife-
The fatal blow to their chests
(C) Tiffanie Doro
Sep 30, 2013
Sep 30, 2013 at 4:25 PM UTC
Still raw from the drums
The purging of sound
You are an ulcered kleptomaniac
you can't fight such thrill-
The thrill of consuming
Theft
Thieving metaphorical hearts
Your words are howls
You're a dog burying it's bone without a care as to who it belongs
You steal and you destroy
And you leave the poor ashes as a final knife-
The fatal blow to their chests
(C) Tiffanie Doro
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