You come to thee through turning eyes.
Why do you look so wastefully.
The only crime you commit is upon yourself.
And, you are asking for repentance --- through burning eyes.
How much skin have you torn thru my back.
See, I just sewn it up yesterday and the day before that.
Yet it still bleeds through my worn torn shirt.
Ask yourself this, are you done with all that.
I cannot believeth in you.
As you have taken so much and have left me abstruse.
Your turning burning eyes reflects all.
I see your daggers.
One claw filled with red.
You have not changed.
Turn and smirk at another -- that you want to break and make to bone.
Oct 24, 2014
Oct 24, 2014 at 11:25 AM UTC
You come to thee through turning eyes.
Why do you look so wastefully.
The only crime you commit is upon yourself.
And, you are asking for repentance --- through burning eyes.
How much skin have you torn thru my back.
See, I just sewn it up yesterday and the day before that.
Yet it still bleeds through my worn torn shirt.
Ask yourself this, are you done with all that.
I cannot believeth in you.
As you have taken so much and have left me abstruse.
Your turning burning eyes reflects all.
I see your daggers.
One claw filled with red.
You have not changed.
Turn and smirk at another -- that you want to break and make to bone.
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