07-04-2011, 03:10 PM
I have learned to hear beyond
abrasive tongues
and vulgarity,
emerging from agonized mumbles.
The soul readjusts,
pushes boundaries,
becomes calm.
Sometimes the sun,
reckless,
chews before digestion.
Fallen
hands never idle,
overworked and gnawed
asunder:
My demon lover,
torn apart
and reassembled.
Satin stitches
adorn a growling brow.
abrasive tongues
and vulgarity,
emerging from agonized mumbles.
The soul readjusts,
pushes boundaries,
becomes calm.
Sometimes the sun,
reckless,
chews before digestion.
Fallen
hands never idle,
overworked and gnawed
asunder:
My demon lover,
torn apart
and reassembled.
Satin stitches
adorn a growling brow.
PS. If you can, try your hand at giving some of the others a bit of feedback. If you already have, thanks, can you do some more?