Sunday, March 30, 2014
Friday, March 7, 2014
Three days and I already feel your pull.
Damn water moons.
Might as well go against the tide if I want to make it through the Dark Moon this month.
All your books of secrets have had their pages pulled and thrown to flame.
If you go hunting witches, you'll fucking find them.
Breathe me in.
My clothes still smell like the smoke.
Damn water moons.
Might as well go against the tide if I want to make it through the Dark Moon this month.
All your books of secrets have had their pages pulled and thrown to flame.
If you go hunting witches, you'll fucking find them.
Breathe me in.
My clothes still smell like the smoke.
4 a.m. keeps all of my secrets.
Deepest thoughts in the darkest hours.
Where romance has no name, where my soul was sold.
-Then found again.
Repenting unto yourselves, smirks on faces, blood on hands.
Fake remorse.
I get what I want because I earn it.
When I drop the vase, when it hits the ground and the ashes spread,
when spirits whisper through the uplifting winds.
I send you thoughts by the flickering blue light of candles.
Then light fires to beds; as you ask what spells are cast.
I can only smile as you flatter yourself.
Shake it from your being, dear.
Learn the dance, or get left behind.
Deepest thoughts in the darkest hours.
Where romance has no name, where my soul was sold.
-Then found again.
Repenting unto yourselves, smirks on faces, blood on hands.
Fake remorse.
I get what I want because I earn it.
When I drop the vase, when it hits the ground and the ashes spread,
when spirits whisper through the uplifting winds.
I send you thoughts by the flickering blue light of candles.
Then light fires to beds; as you ask what spells are cast.
I can only smile as you flatter yourself.
Shake it from your being, dear.
Learn the dance, or get left behind.
-Saree
Thursday, March 6, 2014
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