Tuesday, November 16, 2010

A Penchant Autopsy

Can you feel my fingers plunged deep inside your eyes?
I knew you'd never make it through the night, you died upon my lap.
I dried your kiss with sin & gasoline.
Flipping coins on your eyes, no souls, here to guide you home.
Lets play doctor, I'll slice you sweetly.
Mauvais, you are my sunshine.
Lest we grind those bones completely.
I'll touch you right and feel you wrong.

6-27-08

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