Trip me away silver horse Pull my graven carriage into the creeping night, Bury the bodies of hierarchy that lay strewn across its seats And plant me a manor in its disguise. Spread the legs of time Like a caterpillar engraved with hungry lice, Itch a need for blossoming compensation A payout of... Sign in to see full entry.
CANCER OF THE MIND...THE WORDS THAT BLEED THEREIN:
By dark_mistress_again - About Me - E-mail this page - Add to My Favorites - Add to Blog List - See other blogs in Poetry
About this Blog
My poetry. Sometimes good,sometimes horrible.
Recent Entries
People
Previous: ANOTHER DAY - New Entries - Next: SPEAK NOT OF THE HEARTS FLEETING WARMTH