words borne on temptation
Suffocated cicada
screaming in the turgid curdled sunless kitchen air
The drain, as its called, is an eyeflick away-
a suite inducing sedation
Seduce its patrons,
and convince them.
Category:
LET
he took
she
he drained
the days,
the Minute Pity from my heart,
made into a hunk of clay
My secret
flew behind
deep pain.
They set
the eyes
with
modeled face
to see
The windows
then
haunted me,
And hunted me.
my meat |
Is my meat tryina say somethin to me
by boiling off of my bones
I’d rather lay down in some lava, lover,
to help you get across
than fall lonely in this
burningburning river of
saltwater
In this scenario i fit the descript
of the space between the potion
and Romeo’s throat