Hallow
Junior Member
I am listless, therefore I write:
a lamp with a severed nape cries ("burn this space"),
that pile of clothes figuring, some witch's monster reserved this night --
which is dark and creepy until the authorial hand mistakes to erase
darlings, but none of them beloved. Suppose they held their breath forever;
you know this inkling of mine, the imprint of my boot;
fight me, story that there was, damned by the world bleeding pleasure.
I close your eyes because the smell of your soul makes me want to shoot.
Pressured by the old factory, all factions, still I recall to be cross
(balancing like walking changed) so you can taste exhaust, fucking dine!
I told a priest and the rat booked, as God is my witness there are the cops,
uniformed lies testing the magnanimity of the beautiful Anodyne --
chalkboard scraping, arboreal brush thickening -- however, pomegranate
of a paradise or a planet.
a lamp with a severed nape cries ("burn this space"),
that pile of clothes figuring, some witch's monster reserved this night --
which is dark and creepy until the authorial hand mistakes to erase
darlings, but none of them beloved. Suppose they held their breath forever;
you know this inkling of mine, the imprint of my boot;
fight me, story that there was, damned by the world bleeding pleasure.
I close your eyes because the smell of your soul makes me want to shoot.
Pressured by the old factory, all factions, still I recall to be cross
(balancing like walking changed) so you can taste exhaust, fucking dine!
I told a priest and the rat booked, as God is my witness there are the cops,
uniformed lies testing the magnanimity of the beautiful Anodyne --
chalkboard scraping, arboreal brush thickening -- however, pomegranate
of a paradise or a planet.
