Shivers in your hips and lips

There are tears in your eyes
And sweat on your chest
Shivers in your hips and lips
And a sense of guilt over you

And as far as your eyes can see
There are green painted walls and ceiling
And no disfugured painted face
Neither mom, dad, or you can see the truth

Without proof, you're still you




Luckily there are no mirrors in the pen of sin
But regretfully
Tomorrow there will be a memory

Reviews

[B]

I love your last line
Tomorrow is when it will all come to light

Really cool

[Tony Jordan]

'pen of sin' is a really intriguing phrase Winter...
The feeling of being detached from the Self is evident - like when I get very drunk - guilt follows.
Nice to see you my monochromatic friend.
:D

[winter;lyra]

monochromatic friend....i like that c: