natul tortuosa
By cut dagger cut
completely unable to turn back time, just having to settle with what's
been carved into our bones. all flesh decays and the only way we become
ash is to burn. and im burning alive. hail the empty, hail the desolate,
cut their hearts out of their chest. tie my ribs back with single strands
of hungry wolves hair. just like life, they'll keep snarling at me.
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Copyright 2010 cut dagger cut
Published on Wednesday, July 28, 2010.
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