Rikochet Posted September 15, 2006 Share Posted September 15, 2006 Terran stone Lethe on my neck Stomps its way into the spine Nerves dance in tune with fire serve my palate indifferent and exquisite Obsidian mass licks its way up to my chest laterally springing traps of the skin forcing me to wretch insecurity Eyes on stone the I’s of the bone movement pendular I can hear flutter the end of the world is coming with the birds Ragnarok exchanges kisses with the ground introducing Hell with a low humming sound Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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