A wicked smirk in the wrong direction
Which Lingers precariously.
While the drummer boy’s buoyant beat
Throbs feverishly, bleeding hearts.
Outside the autumn leaves smolder to a charcoal hue
Mocking the Burns of yesterday’s splendor.
Sweet, sour then stale rots the candy dials on wrists
Teasing the helplessly hoping to a quench
While beholders glisten in eternal sunshine
Chasing their immaculate beasts
With each rising of the moon.
Sep 25, 2010
Sep 25, 2010 at 12:08 PM UTC
A wicked smirk in the wrong direction
Which Lingers precariously.
While the drummer boy’s buoyant beat
Throbs feverishly, bleeding hearts.
Outside the autumn leaves smolder to a charcoal hue
Mocking the Burns of yesterday’s splendor.
Sweet, sour then stale rots the candy dials on wrists
Teasing the helplessly hoping to a quench
While beholders glisten in eternal sunshine
Chasing their immaculate beasts
With each rising of the moon.
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