Saturday, September 13, 2008

You're Safe Here; So Weep.

shes weeping. come to me princess

Open your eyes, and weep weep weep

I cant move, I can only stare into her eyes

Her porcelain cheeks calling out for me

She’s the grayest shade of sick

When the rain forgets to fall, but the sun never shines

She rots beneath her cherry lips

She haunts me. Cracks on her heels begin to bleed.

Now shes only one footstep away from me

More hollow then an abandoned dolly in a toy chest

The moon burns out.

I can see the water behind those eyes.

Come to me.

And weep weep weep.

My beautiful girl, you are safe here.

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