The Fragile Claws
By Trail of Fiends
Let us remain pale
And write our tale
Of demented signs on a bloodied rail track
And encounters of joy wrapped in rarity
We are two claws
Escaping the last
One is a torch of scorn
The other, a season of wreck
We desfigure from tedious dreams
With cold fingertips
And pride in our lips
We are hated
And inflamable
With stitched souls
If the world hunt us
We´ll hide in our roots
And before the night falls
Carve me Alyssa, deep
Close to me
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Copyright 2005 Ornamented Flesh
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On Thursday, May 26, 2011, Nameless Pariah
(126) wrote:
I have no words for this. It's kinda mysterious in a way. I love it. :)
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On Thursday, January 27, 2005, knightmirror
(426) wrote:
i'm with purr on this one.....you show talent in eveery write and it's a shame no one has recognized this yet but a few....good job...welcome to dp....-knight
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On Thursday, January 27, 2005, Trail of Fiends
(37) wrote:
;)
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On Thursday, January 20, 2005, purr_verse
(1052) wrote:
what? no comments?! but this is wonderful...original and somehow disturbing, but powerful and warm and...dammit, i just really, really like this. Excellent write; welcome to dp. :)
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On Thursday, January 27, 2005, Trail of Fiends
(37) wrote:
Sorry for the long reply, and I already feel welcomed. Thanks for the comment.