Blinded, blinding
the sweet aroma
suffering, binding
around your neck
A fear of the fallen under
starts to grow
Need to take cover under
a black eye crow
your mountainous cup
cusp the silhouette
filling it up
rust of the sun
licking the salt
liver and all
I'm ruffling exhaust
burnt in the leather
Dec 18, 2014
Dec 18, 2014 at 12:54 PM UTC
Blinded, blinding
the sweet aroma
suffering, binding
around your neck
A fear of the fallen under
starts to grow
Need to take cover under
a black eye crow
your mountainous cup
cusp the silhouette
filling it up
rust of the sun
licking the salt
liver and all
I'm ruffling exhaust
burnt in the leather
