Moving needle
under taut skin
seek out with all diligence
a new sin
terror has its perceivers
as does the muse her own kin
die romantica
to begin again
a new day
fog
where was i last night?
shoes a mess
covered grim
blood stains smile back
mocking dead memory
shocking through melody
a desire to revisit old friends
a fire to rekindle my dead limbs
48 hours
and a sky of change
and i was the fog
of a new frame
of mind
game
so lame
the blood stains
smile back
mocking her trembling hand
as she finally hits the right vein
“there we go”
and a thought
“if i could draw
i would blood
take.”
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