There are stars in his eyes,
and a knife in his hands,
He never felt so heavy
with that perrenial void.
So he’ll swallow all he can
in desperate & deliberate gasps
He’s made himself sloppy,
swaying and stupefied,
saying *justify my pathetic effort
or I’ll cut you open
and take what pieces I need.*
He just can’t leave empty-handied,
God forbid, he lose face by asking.
*I’ll cut you open little thing
and show you the color of vacancy.*
Nov 18, 2013
Nov 18, 2013 at 6:13 AM UTC
There are stars in his eyes,
and a knife in his hands,
He never felt so heavy
with that perrenial void.
So he’ll swallow all he can
in desperate & deliberate gasps
He’s made himself sloppy,
swaying and stupefied,
saying *justify my pathetic effort
or I’ll cut you open
and take what pieces I need.*
He just can’t leave empty-handied,
God forbid, he lose face by asking.
*I’ll cut you open little thing
and show you the color of vacancy.*
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