I am enigmatically saturated
in a silhouette
that deluded the eyes
of my innumerous bits
has it
or has it not
bewitched the demons
and turned the scale
from black to white
But I shall implant
the keen arrow
and spill the venom
of X and Y
now I see
a bow in your right hand
rage in your left
that took the arrow
with a tighter grasp
as it creep,
into the deep
into the crimson liquid of mine
how my cries
desperately thrive
how they bloom
in a gown of gloom
yet how they sleep
by those bits, unreleased
against your silhouette
saturated
un deceased
Oct 24, 2014
Oct 24, 2014 at 2:53 PM UTC
I am enigmatically saturated
in a silhouette
that deluded the eyes
of my innumerous bits
has it
or has it not
bewitched the demons
and turned the scale
from black to white
But I shall implant
the keen arrow
and spill the venom
of X and Y
now I see
a bow in your right hand
rage in your left
that took the arrow
with a tighter grasp
as it creep,
into the deep
into the crimson liquid of mine
how my cries
desperately thrive
how they bloom
in a gown of gloom
yet how they sleep
by those bits, unreleased
against your silhouette
saturated
un deceased
