Feel my sin caressing. so uknowing. Under liquer-stained breath, your golden hair shivers. A flash of all american blue eyes is all I need to know that you were meant for me. Like it or not. With rotted mind, my pleasures are served to me upon platters made of dry screams. hush now, little innocene. I will put you to rest forever with my spasms.
Little innocence pt. 2(the breakup)
What we once had was gone. I find myself less interested the more the stench grows. With flies fluttering about your ever unflinching eyelids, I feel it is time to part. Goodbye, sweet innocence.
Folding(more like a song)
A little cut above the heart.
Your fingers spread apart.
Now as I lay with this gaping whole,
my heart begins to crack and fold.
when I think upon the things you've done.
I wonder if I'm the only one.
Growing old, I'm feeling numb.
And this heartless feeling is less than fun.
Pain from loss blurs my sight.
As the feeling spreads inside.
When I htink upson th ethings you've done.
I wonder if I'm the only one.
a tiny prick into the skin,
opened the wound I'm folding again.
Cleanse me with your medecine.
As the folding spreads again.
Concentual collapse
This place smells of honey.
Sweet aromas and sweat stained bodies.
Memories of her dancing,
Decaying progress made.
Sing withered to me.
Bring the black back.
Bring the sadness once felt.
With sadness comes refruition,
rebirth and retrobution.
Open my chest and wonder where my heart went.
I won't tell,
if you offer, I won't sell.
Stale bread and a drink of old loves,
is all I'm fed.
Back outside,
I lie in coma.
Waiting for the awake,
the grand disguise.
I never asked for more than I could carry,
but you were the straw that broke my mind.
Relapse into this,
conentual collapse.
