Saturday, December 10, 2011

The Ripper

Winter tastes dusty; the sky looks of your eyes
Blue, so painfully fucking blue
The cold so awakening; lips chilled remembering yours
You, so painfully fucking you

Walls talk in voices immune to a whisper
Three cheers for the hollow chest
Malicious picture show in my mind
Show just how he kisses best

Jaw as hard as stone toward the face you numbered
Loving things from one to four
Eyes of winter working to chill my bones
Killing feelings that make you more

Winter smells like you; the sky looks of your eyes
Blue, so painfully fucking blue
The cold taking care to numb my fragile heart
You, so painfully fucking you

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