Silent tongue,
crescent lips,
Sparks burning,
liquors good night kiss,
Fire lit on the tip of
intoxications tongue,
Bleeding between
pearl teeth,
Silence turning
skin to stone,
Spinning webs
between you & me,
The last day
in a haunted home,
Separating murder
from destruction,
We go up in flames
in the explosion,
Standing on the
falling horizon,
My ghost in chains
screams to the rain,
The world held
on a point of a pen,
Locked in
a train of thought,
Spinning off the rails,
Into a bed of poisoned flowers & nails,
Lost in an intoxicated
fantasy world's
insanity tales,
Looking into the eyes
of a killer,
Whispering,
"Redrum is murder."
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