August 2015 Blog Posts (1)

tangled

To be the one

that left from the door

down with a gun

Slept in the hole

beat up and crazy

scars on your face

blood smelling like a daisy

are you done with that race?

Running throw lines

but I am now

I am now lost in your eyes

spread my bones then

put a price on them

sell me with the …old cold memories

now my hand is free

and my heart will be

the one with razors , build up too strong

you became the…

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Added by astride vampnephilim on August 2, 2015 at 6:50am — No Comments

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