Tuesday, 28 September 2010

nigh

my love is last nights make up,
your face is a wet wipe.

when it suits

mind numb & dissipate
the sky is crimson & white
you left our love not with fate
the sky is crimson & black

you hide your secrets in front of my eyes
like after punch & swollen cheeks
that gellatin smile & lucid face
the sky is crimson & dead