My lips wither, to slugs with salt upon their backs
Hands into the sadness of dark oceans of bile melt
I'm the ice heart
Of the gates
What I did does nothing.
When you walked from my life to mechanisms I crumbled
I creeped and creaked into you again
Through your ears and out your tongue twisted
You vined me down your veins then kidneys then bladder and I infect you
Through your pelvis I came again.
You leaned lurched your back flexed your stomach stretched your abs
I flew back fluxing to your stale heart of an excuse
Me crying in the floor holding my dignity in my **** spitting.
Collapsing my chest for a grasp full of your breast
Fling yourself upon ever stake you see vampire girl
Succubus woman
Killer of dreams
Now sitting with your head in a toilet.
It was better in my toilet.
Dec 12, 2013
Dec 12, 2013 at 3:25 PM UTC
My lips wither, to slugs with salt upon their backs
Hands into the sadness of dark oceans of bile melt
I'm the ice heart
Of the gates
What I did does nothing.
When you walked from my life to mechanisms I crumbled
I creeped and creaked into you again
Through your ears and out your tongue twisted
You vined me down your veins then kidneys then bladder and I infect you
Through your pelvis I came again.
You leaned lurched your back flexed your stomach stretched your abs
I flew back fluxing to your stale heart of an excuse
Me crying in the floor holding my dignity in my **** spitting.
Collapsing my chest for a grasp full of your breast
Fling yourself upon ever stake you see vampire girl
Succubus woman
Killer of dreams
Now sitting with your head in a toilet.
It was better in my toilet.
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