daysleeper1985

Thisbes' scarf lies left of center.

Abandoning the years I will raise the waters,
Drink from walls of tears
And bury hatchets deep in all the woods of pine
To lie bereft of all desire,with adonis
To control what is not mine.

Muted minions
Sidetrack to cover roars beyond the lions reach!
All mirrors and dawns now reflect a desperate yellow,
For the grains of time drip carelessly,
Thriving to cover both bone and marrow.

Within the cavern sits venus-
Scratching thin skinned leeches for they have sucked deep
To seep the succulence of youth from the trickles of temptation,
Extracting subtle silver shines of truth.