Well, this time i'm gonna have to not say anything. I have no idea what made this little text leak out. And it only furthers my confusion of my own being.

Enjoy"?



Scripture.

Skin white,
Wrinkles of ink
Thoughts to scar most of spite

Limited space
Covering each inch
Scribbling across my face

Hands to muse
Emotions accuse
Put this body to good use

Fingers to dig
Actions don't forgive
Take away my canvas,
Create words to live.

Gaze upon me now
To judge the story
Of my living words,
Of my drying body

Let them speak,
Chapters and verse
Feel the burn of my ink

Eyes run a gaze,
Upon a familiar name
Finger stopped upon the last of the maze

Trapped now,
The words creep and whisper
Your hands begin,
To dig your final scripture




Poetry by Sithre Lateralus
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Written on 2006-02-18 at 10:14

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