May 16, 2012 - 1:02am — Rutilus
vent? not sure. m for implied language/themes
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goddamn demons in the street
take their time, it's time of mine
knife in throat's always a treat
twists my neck; it's fine, it's fine
air too thick with purple haze
can't percieve a thing infront
swallow drops of acid glaze
such a pretty little
spinning spiders through the air
you never stop lying
dirty fingers through your hair
admit it, babe; you're crying
I'll leave you in the street
you're out of luck this time
I hope you feel the heat
inhaling white lines
Been stalking your poems for
^ this! ♥
Fin; asdf I'm smiling like an
Amazon; I see you there, Canyon Joe. ¦8 <3