hazardstar2

empty mold...written 11/27/02
look to me for guidance-- i'll throw you to the floor...i've only got the raging bull outside your wicker door...shove me with your interests-- i swear i'll look away...the window's always been more clear the brand next fucking day...giggle in your shrinkwrap-- she wants you to concede...strike up against the aftermath and leave it with his greed...the cheap will make you satisfy-- fret not or love the mold...we walk on shaded emptiness in shattered shoes of gold...and ask for merry countenance-- or fuck in sad regret...the blood amiss remembered now as satin leaves forget...look to me for guidance-- i'll share your empty mold...we'll walk on shaded emptiness in shattered shoes of gold...