Told my vampire soul,
Pretend I never needed wings, Sell each feather for parts, Silent becoming is the immortal hiding within this ancient linear essence entitled existence as it's ruin endures devilishly on carrion parade, Leech-fucking-off the enslavement of 3rd invisible world lives never labelled yet dying as children...
In lieu of our luminescent graves,
Lit by the sea we drove from ice
Saturday, February 4, 2017
Once Told: Twice Hidden II
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