quickly, we become slaves to the craving
mouths gaping open, spirit unwavering
jawbones broken on words barely spoken
we need more, we need help, we need saving.
tongues, they slither in search of the taste
writhe over teeth, over lips, skin in haste
fingertips crawl over skin taut on skulls
and spell the unspoken with blood on the walls:
we're not of this shallow earth
not of this blood nor mortal birth
we know not our place, only our worth
we're lost in every sense of the word.
hearts as hollow as our bones
we travel in packs and hunt alone
scraping sin off skin for dinner and
carving words in flesh and stone
screams in the halls, we need feeding. redemption.
the hunt and hunger devour all attention
the truth, fear, fragility, they go without mention
without doubt we go without fear of ascension
About the Creator
Trævon
It’s Britney, bitch.
How, Too
Many people wonder how, too. You are not alone, and I am an expert. I will teach you how, too! First, you need to remit a small application fee and fill out an application describing the nature of your financial situation and how often payments will be made, as this will have great bearing on how well I teach you how, too.
By Harper Lewis3 days ago in Fiction
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