As my light becomes dark

I intertwine my words and vision into woven light

Friday, March 18, 2011


Your number etched
In the stone of my soul
421 for all that I am
You can't even see what I am
Built upon your heart speak
Your potion flows through me
The spirit no longer cold
As your drug fills me
Your love enslaving me
Dripping with desire
My heart fickle
Its shell weak
My soul just hums for you
This is all that I am

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