Saturnine
(Indisponível)
It draws her with strokes that burn her life.
A disfigured shape on the floor
Gives reason to believe
That conversations between
Hand and speculum are unavailing.
Unveiling ocular daggers
And staring through their core.
Searing the skin,
Before this coma breathes.
A saturnine storm
Formed so deep
The floods are swelling her insides.
And when she walks,
She destroys everything over again.
And they swell....
I've been waiting
In a white room
Screaming the walls red...
And smearing your name
With my finger.
In an aphotic cave she hides,
Capsules bore into her sides.
Argent torsos hung from this concave divide.
She hangs her skin
And before she sleeps,
A florid haze lifts in
And whispers to her.
"pray before an overflow of this
Brings closure to your breath.
And leave with me,
You'll need nothing
But hallowed wishes inside your chest.
With your tongue
Hew tunnels from this
Littered cave that you have been.
We'll reconvene above the clouds.
With your tongue
Hew tunnels from this
Littered cave that you have been.
Or do wish to feel the glow
Searing your skin..."
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