Circle Of Dead Children

Circle Of Dead Children - 10 Fingers (My Last Ten Minutes)

rate me

Spit slides like sludge from the lips

Mumbling the lost words of a Fall grievance

I can barely speak to you with purple lips and a cracked smile

Ripped apart in unequaled confusion

Always sewing my stability back together with the thinnest of twine

Rip and sew

Rip and sew

Rip and sew

Put me back together

Rip and sew

Rip and sew

Rip and sew

Put me back together

Split apart at all the vital seams

And the tears that seep from my eyes drip and mix with blood and ink

Blood, tears, and ink in a pirouette of mayhem and tranquillity

It's a whitewash of emotion

Sweat kisses my tongue and I know that I'm still real

I know that I'm still alive with myself

I yell out your name and choke frothing deprivation

The nourishment of loss

Asleep with asleep

Creeping, inching, crawling across the floor toward the gate

‘cause that's where the flowers bloom and wilt

Roses laced with blood and drool

Watching the pigment drain away from petals clung to my body

Angelic and sweet

I'm losing feeling

Raking open my chest with thorns

Shed back the skin

Exposed to he elements

Frigid cold violent dedication

A human desecration

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