The Nightmare 22: SilenceA Chapter by Neo-Water Basilisk Bathroom poetry - I made this up in the bathroom. ez modo
Rip and tear
Lip and limb Speak no more For mouth stitched shut Open wounds Bleeding wrists Blood I drink Upon you I feast Song chords taut Singing screams Steal your breath Still your heart Silence now And forevermore. © 2011 Neo-Water Basilisk |
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Neo-Water BasiliskFringelands, Province of the Deceased, CanadaAboutWho am I, or who are we? We have seen a blasted wastes of the arid abyss. We have felt the frozen winds of the desolate tundra. We have breathed the intoxicating aroma of madness. What you call .. more..Writing
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