Trust?
Hollow skins proved pointless and rather uneventful.
Slowed veins freeze in strobe lights,
Pounding,
May you pin down my bones.

Aching ribs breathe dryly,
Crumble into stranger's flesh.
Such thunder should keep to one's chest,
It trembles,
And refuses rhythm.

Your dead weight will pull you underneath,
Because in sickness comes ill manner.
No stitch is gonna save the blood,
Or heal the wound that seeps on through,
Relax....

Forgive my head,
My tongue spits lies,
Just listen...
May the silence drive you mad,
Tell me that you're sane.

Warm smiles on your back,
Foxes grin behide wax masks.
Kneading for a bit of flesh,
To sit between those pointed jaws,
Gripping to a tainted cause.

Mirror mirror,
Where am I?
Reflections never care to show,
A face well known,
By sight alone.

Empty faces talk.
Driving fast proves no limit,
Please scream...
I'll hear you last,
Waving in my spare time.



12:20am Thursday, Mar 27 2008