Tuesday, April 19, 2011

Come down on me, my sweet angel
Poison milk from that withering breast
Come down on me, sweet suffocation
Poison milk from that withered breast

Your mask
Is drifting
See what
Writhes beneath

Porcelain grin is cracking, incest to uncoil
Your laugh spreads yawning, black hole formation

Drown and
The first
Real breath
Takes hold
Washed in
A chill
So peaceful
Sink further

Hold
His
Hand
And
Crush
It

The depth of the charm is infinite
Discover bliss and serenity in drowning

--All in a day; a day, it changes everything=

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