Carbon Date Me
claude_rains
01/02/2008
There’s someone buried in my workload screaming, a thundercloud born again, a sideways glace whilst fire breathing. Drifting over tattered flags in darkness thinking, this must be how the Virgin Mary suffered when she felt the pull of post natal depression.
There’s someone pulling visions through the pupils of my eyes, though in truth it’s just a demonstration of her ability to pay. Still, this is where I’ll make my final stand in the furthest corners of loves drunken palace; sugar-coated always and just beyond belief.
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