Monday, May 03, 2004

Miles and Miles of perfect skin, i think i swear id fit right in,
Miles and Miles of perfect Sin, i swear i think id fit right in.


A Heavens Demise

Perfect insanity
lodged in my throat
wont let me breathe
wont let me scream.
Disengage the handles
that hold me down
remove the images
that tempt my mind.
Skin searing
Flesh.
Eyelashes long,
Breath.
Rip me open,
tear me wide,
swallow deap,
as i drown inside.
Blind my memories,
Blind my eyes,
as i tell you the story,
of a heavens demise.

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