Sep 18, 2014
III - The Configuration
ENDLESS ARROW The faults of the heart can always be loved but it's hiding in it's hands from the damned arrow. A respite, an acquired taste, discolored as you digest a second gaze. Kids for the picking on their raper's graves for subconscious blood and innocent bones. It points directly in methodical ways and once my skin was removed, I knew I'd never be late. With a stitch so special, it cures a God so skillful. A stitch so skillful cures a God so special. Keep playing with my meat, you'll never understand how much you're going to hate the start and crave the end. Exist but never die in a place where days are just too vague