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Soaring, running, kissing,
Fingers laced like the thread in your corset
White silk flowing weightlessly
Like a soul let out to enjoy the air
After being trapped inside the hollow body so long.
His face, soft, features carved of wax,
His eyes so light the sun itself squinted,
His breath soft against your neck, he pulls you close,
And kisses you so deep your soul lifts
And you are born again in the soft clouds of heaven.
Falling, suffering, hitting,
Fingers laced like the laces of your Converse
Black lace caught on the barbed wire,
Like a soul bleeding forever, alone in the darkness,
Yearning to go back to the warmth of the hollow body,
His face, rough, features made of steel,
His eyes so dark, you get lost,
His breath icy against your pale neck, he pulls you close.
And bites you so deep your soul cries out in agony,
And you bleed to death, alone, on the cold asphalt.
 Morgana The Heartless · Thu Apr 12, 2007 @ 11:06pm · 2 Comments |
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