About this user
"Shame, Grotesque and Growing"
the fields are ripe with lust
I skip through them so merrily
Whilst you're off in your wonderland
I smile because you're skipping with me
But where you skip the grass is so much greener
I worship the sole you walk on, your soul
I'm the soil, worshipping as trampled
The temple. You're the statue
With that beautiful unsmile you facade
Undulations of our moods, secret stars
Lies unfed, I lay starved for attention
Withdrawn for I must feed, on defatuation
Destroyer of your own temple, why do I cry?
I've lost all I must worship, like release
Cats pounce in, but they cannot save me
I've touched of the untouchable
I've stole of the sacred bond shared between
I lay behind in regret, perhaps unappreciative
And this, my listeners, is my forever sin
Lay me amidst the rubble I caused, swinging
The Hammer of Patheticy, the holey crusader
My tears quenching the thirst of the mold
Growing in my cracking mouth, the overused.
Age
29
Country
United States
