My skin is a burnt skull
My lips are drinking wine from it
Sacred prayer
Not a dull;
Of purified icon stall
Cage of madness
Scent drills brain
Head is a win
Of the wine stain
Mortify tears
Purify fears
Wednesday, February 11, 2015
Tonight I eat clouds
That move up
That join together
That give rain
That call my soul
To turn into smoke
And linger together
I pinned my soul to your heart today
It stayed there for a fraction
We blooded together
Pouring tears down our caged minds
Moaning
Inhaling pain
Tormenting joy