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She was gorgeous misery framed in makeshift bandage corsets cinched with fall from grace sutured lace to save face Her battered life rife with strife covered in the mock elegance of a broken wing dress as the frenzies in her enigmatic mascara trail of tears glare soften slow burn devotions hastening their hopeless necromantic insurrection He was a fatal attractive midnight black feathered wraith Modeling trouble need scar heart genes and a bleedwork tainted warshirt earned by tethering himself to a mistake on countless battlefields his enemies' rancorous fear resonates in a crippled ripple across stillbirth waters With his outspoken outrage accented by photographic violence knowledge of immoral history charm and disguised threat lodge wisdom luring her into their surprised allegory demise In the here and now we find uncaring torture chamber musicians singing in the black ground as these two scar-crossed lovers entangle in a shotgun wedding and machine gun funeral Knowing from the start it would always be the two of them together as one against the old world
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Mar 31, 2014
Mar 31, 2014 at 12:54 PM UTC
Native American Gothic (Plague on Word)
She was gorgeous misery framed in makeshift bandage corsets cinched with fall from grace sutured lace to save face Her battered life rife with strife covered in the mock elegance of a broken wing dress as the frenzies in her enigmatic mascara trail of tears glare soften slow burn devotions hastening their hopeless necromantic insurrection He was a fatal attractive midnight black feathered wraith Modeling trouble need scar heart genes and a bleedwork tainted warshirt earned by tethering himself to a mistake on countless battlefields his enemies' rancorous fear resonates in a crippled ripple across stillbirth waters With his outspoken outrage accented by photographic violence knowledge of immoral history charm and disguised threat lodge wisdom luring her into their surprised allegory demise In the here and now we find uncaring torture chamber musicians singing in the black ground as these two scar-crossed lovers entangle in a shotgun wedding and machine gun funeral Knowing from the start it would always be the two of them together as one against the old world
Amy-Grindhouse
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Mar 31, 2014
Mar 31, 2014 at 12:54 PM UTC
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