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Skeleton

by conquer 1/22/2013

written by conquer

You strike me with your sword

You hack away my flesh

Blood runs down my skin

Pools form at my feet

Flies come and feast

My body, a table

My skin begins to rot.

The blood dries at my feet

My eyes long since devoured,

flesh fares no better

I stand, white as ivory

I am ivory

I am bone

Are you satisfied,

because I still stand

I will not fall.

1/22/2013 1 comment

by almostgone 3/15/2012

written by almostgone

“Small, simple, safe price

Rise the wake and carry me with all of my regrets

This is not a small cut that scabs, and dries, and flakes, and heals

And i am not afraid to die

Im not afraid to bleed, and fuck, and fight.

I want the pain of payment

Whats left, but a section of pigmy size cuts

Much like a slew of a thousand unwanted fucks

Would you be my little cut?

Would you be my thousand fucks?

And make mark leaving space for the guilt to be liquid

3/15/2012 3 comments