Saturday 4 January 2014 photo 1/2
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Söt bild, eller? Vet inte om den har så mycket med dikten att göra, men orka gräva igenom halva j*la google bara för att hitta nån bild som passar till då.
Black ink
Electricity lacerating your thoughts
forced smiles and faked cries
analogue pictures in high resolution
circulating through your mind
and all that you tried to leave behind
Tarnished dreams on broken glass
what you couldn't do tomorrow
your lies are deceiving and
the knives in your box so inviting
isn't life alone so exciting
Breathing in spirals
under a blackened light
with all the insipid things on your mind
so dulled and out of control
like the emptiness inside your soul
Black ink through silvery veins
like licorice for your blood
home made tattoos drunken words
the skin you live inside now badly scarred
and you forget who you are
*written by me
Annons