Sunday, January 2, 2011

crawling up my cold feet i sink into the end of the couch
looking at your endtrails i bite my tounge
i feel a whisper of dead pleasure swindelling away what i stand for
you lick my throat as my eyes roll back into my skull
lifted up and rolled over an invisible rope is strewn acoss the arm rest
tell me this is how you cracked all your other dolls
you smile and wait for me to decide whats best.
set in stone my fate was never complex
these snakes will leave your heart and fill the whole in my chest

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