Author: MistressMalice

Sit still The wind will take you I said sit still I see your breath

Dust covers her feet, smothers her well shaped legs. Skin of the dead embraces the entire span of her body. No longer can the living become ignorant to the dead.

He sat in his beige lazy-boy Vacant yet alive He remembered soft lips and strong skin Pale never new its own definition Candied hearts and an aching head Far from himself again

So we are all born with one disease We are tools used for interpretating need We’ll democratically remove all that you see All of you tend to use all we consider new

I watched them out my windows I’d wondered if they’d seen me Crying black tears of loneliness Watching them be happy.