Thursday, February 9, 2012

By Some Mortal Stroke





These hallways tremble loud
My feet deceive the ground
Protraction in your touch
Let's find a place to drown
You taunt the corners of my mind
But that's fine
You want more than a piece of me
And that's fine

Filthy sheets for filthy love
Dig your heels into the dirt
Paint your hurt all over me
Until you can't breathe

Keep your eyes on the floor
Your voice beyond the door
Contraction in your clutch
We make our love like war
You flood the colors of my eyes
But that's fine
You need to sacrifice me
And that's fine

I know you better
Than my judgement showed you
I know you wake up
In the middle of the night
Missing him underneath
Your makeup

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