Nothing to blame, but the hour.
The mintues grabbing hold of my ankles.
Shining silver, metal lips.
A machine like buzz levels in the air.
A steady run of words upon a callased tonuge.
Its deep now, a burrowing through my soul.
A metal spike driven in with crushing strength.
I beg of someone to come and feed off of my lips.
Tell me what you taste.
Is it blood?
Is it red?
A color no one sees.
Overlook the girl with the amber eyes.
Just keep on pacing in your cirlces.
You'll get farther then I.
I am just screaming in straight lines.
This needs a bit of help. Suggest away!
[This message has been edited by Lexy (09-09-2003 10:03 PM).]