Tonight I cry,
because this pain won’t free you,
nor listen to your heart,
but eat at your soul
until you are bones
on a fiery platter,
bitten and broken
by the red-hot beasts
in your pitiful mind.

February 27th, 2002 | poetic
Tonight I cry,
because this pain won’t free you,
nor listen to your heart,
but eat at your soul
until you are bones
on a fiery platter,
bitten and broken
by the red-hot beasts
in your pitiful mind.