|
Sunday Best
This is the darkest hour, Slit throat, cut and slash to sleep where cartoon graveyards host the bleakest flowers wrought in wanderlust to give away to old skeletal victim'z of the spider'z lair who rust and rot away the widow'z ransom tied to foundation'z stone..xxx
Cemetry researved / Razorlines plot
Sleep in dirt my dear..xxx
Shower scenes scream violin concerto's,
Trailed bloody mess; Slit, Cut, Slash..xxx
The water in here my might stain my clothes,
Leave the tap running...
I've already killed myself; over you, over you..
My lung grieves the stabbing sting; so slowly, I'm dying..
At least I'm an important chess piece, drifting
in amongst chequered paranoia, dancing upon
One of those bleak crosses, dedicated to another
No fuck her.. fuck her..
I've transgressed aged potraits, old stereo-
types and the grey fingers of my day old twin,
Complicating things with a knife in my back;
It's so cliche.
A knife in my back / it's so cliche..
...
Last edited by jurialmunkey; 04-23-2005 at 11:39 AM.
|