Thursday, 5 January 2012

Morbid, I depict you


Sorrow mine, the silver of your sins

Opiates and primal moans

The tastes and sounds of us

Shot an altruistic watermark

Through souls and bedsheets torn



I shudder

I afflict you

Morbid I depict you



Unruly runs the golden flash of guilt

Petty theft of pretty faith

The rules and bounds of us

Shot an altruistic watermark

Through hearts and pages torn



I shudder

I afflict you

Morbid I depict you



Sonic booms the ruby kiss of death

Bitter on our tongues

The faults and finds of us

Shot an altruistic watermark

Through holes in walls and ages gone.



I shudder

I afflict you

Morbid I depict you

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