strapped
lipless
torn in between my own blood
hallow in the willow I feel when
the winds speak
like tormented children
my soul leaks
like inky fluid blotting my shaded arena of eyes
manifested
burried
alive
in between all the pretty winter, lies
Nov 11, 2010
Nov 11, 2010 at 12:35 PM UTC
strapped
lipless
torn in between my own blood
hallow in the willow I feel when
the winds speak
like tormented children
my soul leaks
like inky fluid blotting my shaded arena of eyes
manifested
burried
alive
in between all the pretty winter, lies
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