Hearing the wicked and bellowing cries of
You sitting on the pane of my window
A maternal nightmare
Splashing blood in your cell
I think we were together in the picture
But could never be further separated
In this life spectrum scale of good and evil
The robin-marked tombstone will be a happy ending
To a horrible song
A song that echoed in my empty soul for too long now
For much too long

06/25/2009

Posted on 06/25/2009
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