Well, this time i'm gonna have to not say anything. I have no idea what made this little text leak out. And it only furthers my confusion of my own being.
Enjoy"?
Wrinkles of ink
Thoughts to scar most of spite
Limited space
Covering each inch
Scribbling across my face
Hands to muse
Emotions accuse
Put this body to good use
Fingers to dig
Actions don't forgive
Take away my canvas,
Create words to live.
Gaze upon me now
To judge the story
Of my living words,
Of my drying body
Let them speak,
Chapters and verse
Feel the burn of my ink
Eyes run a gaze,
Upon a familiar name
Finger stopped upon the last of the maze
Trapped now,
The words creep and whisper
Your hands begin,
To dig your final scripture
Poetry by Sithre Lateralus
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Written on 2006-02-18 at 10:14
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Enjoy"?
Scripture.
Skin white,Wrinkles of ink
Thoughts to scar most of spite
Limited space
Covering each inch
Scribbling across my face
Hands to muse
Emotions accuse
Put this body to good use
Fingers to dig
Actions don't forgive
Take away my canvas,
Create words to live.
Gaze upon me now
To judge the story
Of my living words,
Of my drying body
Let them speak,
Chapters and verse
Feel the burn of my ink
Eyes run a gaze,
Upon a familiar name
Finger stopped upon the last of the maze
Trapped now,
The words creep and whisper
Your hands begin,
To dig your final scripture
Poetry by Sithre Lateralus
Read 546 times
Written on 2006-02-18 at 10:14
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