10 Fingers (My Last Ten Minutes) - Circle Of Dead Children



Spit slides like sludge from the lips Mumbling the

lost words of a Fall grievance I can barely speak to

you with purple lips and a cracked smile Ripped apart

in unequaled confusion Always sewing my stability back

together with the thinnest of twineRip and sew Rip and

sewRip and sewPut me back togetherRip and sewRip and

sewRip and sew Put me back togetherSplit apart at all

the vital seams And the tears that seep from my eyes

drip and mix with blood and ink Blood, tears, and ink

in a pirouette of mayhem and tranquillity It's a

whitewash of emotionSweat kisses my tongue and I know

that I'm still real I know that I'm still alive with

myself I yell out your name and choke frothing

deprivationThe nourishment of loss Asleep with

asleepCreeping, inching, crawling across the floor

toward the gate 'cause that's where the flowers bloom

and wiltRoses laced with blood and drool Watching the

pigment drain away from petals clung to my bodyAngelic

and sweet I'm losing feelingRaking open my chest with

thornsShed back the skin Exposed to he elementsFrigid

cold violent dedication A human desecration



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