Tuesday, March 13, 2007

at your X BLINDSPOT O



Cold was my soul
Untold was the pain
I faced when you left me
A rose in the rain....
So I swore to the razor
The blithering chained
But your dark nails of faith
Be pushed through my veins again

Bared on your tomb
I'm a prayer for your loneliness
And would you ever soon
Come above onto me?
For once upon a time
From the binds of your loneliness
I could always find the right slot for your sacred key

Six feet deep is the incision
In my heart, that barless prison
Discolors all with tunnel vision


Sick and weak from my condition
This lust, this vampyric addiction
To Her alone in full submission!!!


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