12-28-2011, 06:07 PM
The soft burn screams my name
encased in glass, woken up
and shaken.
Already over,
I'm late to the banquet
draped in silks and richly possessed
of Abaddon.
Drink the wine.
It's voyage speaks of prim maxims
and obscene fruit.
Eat, eat my love
and fatten your teeth;
the throne is empty.
encased in glass, woken up
and shaken.
Already over,
I'm late to the banquet
draped in silks and richly possessed
of Abaddon.
Drink the wine.
It's voyage speaks of prim maxims
and obscene fruit.
Eat, eat my love
and fatten your teeth;
the throne is empty.
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?