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Carrion
I want to lie and dampen in the death of you,
festering beneath the rain...
In your moss speckled arms,
I'd expell, I'd try
to be more than I've thought
I could do.
I'd decay, decay,
lying inside chambers of passion and disarray.
I want to spry and frolick in the thought of you,
suspiring from your stains...
From the bowels to the love-stricken,
I'd waste and crave,
your mouth to my ears,
your heart to make clear.
I'd decay, decay,
sprouting from the carcass of your prey.
I will stain,
I will stain,
in the mention of your name.
I will, I will waste,
like the river beds and whey.
Won't you adhere dear,
won't you adhere to me,
together,
lending hearts and ears,
to waste, waste ill-natured days,
and envelope space
festering beneath the rain...
In your moss speckled arms,
I'd expell, I'd try
to be more than I've thought
I could do.
I'd decay, decay,
lying inside chambers of passion and disarray.
I want to spry and frolick in the thought of you,
suspiring from your stains...
From the bowels to the love-stricken,
I'd waste and crave,
your mouth to my ears,
your heart to make clear.
I'd decay, decay,
sprouting from the carcass of your prey.
I will stain,
I will stain,
in the mention of your name.
I will, I will waste,
like the river beds and whey.
Won't you adhere dear,
won't you adhere to me,
together,
lending hearts and ears,
to waste, waste ill-natured days,
and envelope space
Published 15th May 2013
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