(via hauntologics)
A CREATURE MADE OF SUNSHINE
HER EYES WERE LIKE THE SKY
RABBIT HOWLS LIKE SOMETHING OLD AS WE TWITCH TO HER LULLABY
THE SCALPEL SHINES IN GOD’S SUNSHINE
STREET LIGHTS WHISPER PAIN
DOWN HERE NEAR THE POISON STREAM OUR GOD HAS GONE INSANE
SHE SMILES LIKE A CHILD WITH FLOWERS IN HER HAIR
WITH BLOOD ON HER HANDS INTO THE SUN SHE STARES
SHE FEELS IT DIE, I HEARD HER CRY
1 month ago on March 23, 2013 at 05:34am
