bloodsyster2004

My aunt is dead. Her funeral is Friday. This sucks ass.

I drink the poison
a magic pool
though it devours my belly
and pierces my rotting bones
I squirm like a fool
and embrace its ferocious fire

A steel heart bleeds steam
it lingers to haunt me
like a liquid ghost
that breath I listen for
a joy I could remember
as eye candy when blind

A stream of morning flowers may die
their decaying breeze
kisses and then encircles me
as a secret prisoner
in the sacred ocean of
her perfume

:Saul:
(thanks, dude..it helps)