It's gone beyond Apocalypse.

Greying mouths all twisted
eyes all bulging wide
I creep between your shells of avarice
your gaping spite to find
each damaged pressuretorn and charcoaled
heart you've left
behind.


Omit the sins ive made for you
erase the sepia folds
mar the fantasy you've clung upon
tarnish lover's gold
and hold me.

God.

Please, if you can just hold.
And let time seal us through
and make us fit.

I'll piece it all together
should this Saga never quit.

01/18/2007

Posted on 01/19/2007
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