Sweet, sharp, serated servant
With your ebony body:
Release me from this world of pain.
From the seams of your dress
To your pointed head,
You are my only respite.
The light glints off your shiny side
As my red memories run
Dry from my veins.
It is because of you,
O dear friend,
That I am free from
This world of pain.
Sweet, sharp, serated servant
With your ebony body:
Release me from this world of pain.
















Comments
somewhat what I can't handle, but with whereby I have to learn work.
Is that a inner confession before reflexion, hunger for repletion.
Is that a splitting way personal ageing. I'll on you think
and I'll help the on the way on second bank, to are in extenso geted
it's femininity. perhaps this words understand. search sensations
is sometimes very splitting. feelings it is impossible own, otherwise gets on fear,
and about it is that a strap.
--
I wholly prefer the silence to the rasp of depleted woes.
~Midnight-Rooftop
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