Two-dollar whore
Like a two-dollar whore,
Duplicitous,perfidious,
Like sparks and burning twigs,
Dangerous ideas come to life...
Her splintered loss,
I grieve in somber velvet,
Her rekindled rage,
My heart echoes bloodless and incensed.
posted by Sphinx at 10:32 PM
2 Comments:
"Dangerous ideas come to life...
Her splintered loss,
I grieve in somber velvet"
This is beautiful, just sheer raw-emotion truth! I'm very impressed with your work so far, and I know that it is young and just beginning, but I am very intrigued to see where you go with your efforts.
Your wording reminds me, and I don't mean to label you...but it just reminds me of Modest Mouse.
Consider yourself having another follower. Thanks Sphinx!
Firas: It's a secret..
Mark: Thanks a lot man!I really enjoy your writings too. =)
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