the fruit
of
a sick mind.
in them,
you are
beautiful.
a bronzed effigy
eyeless,
souless,
cold to the touch
and
eternally unmoved.
[wake up to the real thing]
NB @ 11:15 AM
Friday, February 16, 2007
nightmares.
the fruit
of
a sick mind.
in them,
you are
beautiful.
a bronzed effigy
eyeless,
souless,
cold to the touch
and
eternally unmoved.
[wake up to the real thing]
the fruit
of
a sick mind.
in them,
you are
beautiful.
a bronzed effigy
eyeless,
souless,
cold to the touch
and
eternally unmoved.
[wake up to the real thing]
1 Comments:
that last line guts me.
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