Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
I never made any...
Voices howling in my ears,
Warnings too low to hear.
Blood moon full,
No romance tonight
Lest I dance with
Razorblades, my safety,
My love, far removed,
My lust, a growing agony.
I bleed dangers and
Panic from my eyes,
The scarlet tears
Dance lost paths down
My face and land,
Bitter, on slabs of
Cold, hard reasoning.
Sense, I swear, I've
Never made any.
June 18, 2009
Warnings too low to hear.
Blood moon full,
No romance tonight
Lest I dance with
Razorblades, my safety,
My love, far removed,
My lust, a growing agony.
I bleed dangers and
Panic from my eyes,
The scarlet tears
Dance lost paths down
My face and land,
Bitter, on slabs of
Cold, hard reasoning.
Sense, I swear, I've
Never made any.
June 18, 2009
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