#8-9-2013

[mercurysjournal-blog]

"TLOAK" 8-9-2013

His Skin Was Black

With Eyes Of New Lust

I Became His Curse

He Became My Journey

I've Fallen For An Arrow

That Needed No Bow

Hungry For His Touch

He Feeds Me From His Pockets

My Stomach Denies His Kindness

He Hurts In Silence

I Think To Myself

He Screams With No Voice

"I Love You"

I Never Ate

The Love Of A King