life as a storybook, the twisted characters we'd become -distorted, contorted -warping the images on the pages that depict in glory detail the saga of our lives. battles. fought on the landscapes of our bodies, sweat and blood seaping through the leaves -flooding the burning fields of your lips and bleeding into the vacant seas of your eyes. falling distant into those aphotic depths of crimson waters and shrouded by black flowing meadows atop your crown. falling falling down -deep waterfalls in shades black cascade over translucent soldiers standing at attention. sparking acid attractions between us -ominous clouds torment our skies and rain down upon wars raging below the sheets.
~ i bleed black sooted ink under cold blue skin, it's so dark in here... won't you come in?
~ i bleed black sooted ink under cold blue skin, it's so dark in here... won't you come in?