The tears of the blood red, Crawl forth at the sirens call, So I see, hope, breathe it. My pulsing thunder, Fractures to individual heart aches, Every rivulet of sweat that falls. The roaring is loud when crouched, And pops the starbursts to dance, In black swoons behind my mind. I feel it watching me, In the cold of porcelain, the warmth of water, Hollowness is always hungry, But never has teeth to feed, Stalking the days, melting the nights, Wearing my skin with a jesters jaunty grin. The belt cinches tighter, My only friend, And I whisper to its kissing leather, Do it right, just this one thing, Please ! Please ! I pray for the silver, for strength, for nothing, And bow my head in shame, For my hands won't move, Nothing moves but the room, With every minute heart-beat, Rattling my teeth, Boom, Boom, Boom.....Birth sign: Virgo
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