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By it dosent matter Date: 2007 Jul 12 Comment on this Work [[2007.07.12.12.33.8697]] |
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perfection this jeweled shell no crease or crack to reveal if ever it could or will open ... shinning from its depths something soft.. quietly beats i myself find sudden needs... insanity strikes with fist of flesh i attack every facet feels my wrath cuts appear slicing my own flesh deep as i hammer away rage unbound trying to find a path reach far beneath to where somethin so very delicate throbs with life with passion unknown in whispers it calls with hands broken bones shattered i kneel afore it all tears mix with my blood head resting soft 'gainst this shell i hold a thought within my mind last thing i have left to try of mist a shell dissolves away so gentle... this hand what touches my exhausted brow i hold myself bowed yet still keeping only one thought... burning it deep to my heart this single one of trust... who so hears the banshees wail...this one who can love... |