Life Scene
Jan. 12th, 2002 08:36 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wolven7Dreams create gods create people create stories cause dreams create gods create people.
And then, one day, they stop.
The End.
Power
after you
stare into
your heart wants to rain
together always through the music &
climb these Pains
rust away the urges and
language would never read
delicate shining
skinning it white with
please moan in my
"...mother chained me in the
garden petal shaking a knife at our
Shadow said he is, though his
dress put thousands of
her tongue licking me, blowing
their ship on a lake.
(c) 2002 Damien Williams
And then, one day, they stop.
The End.
Power
after you
stare into
your heart wants to rain
together always through the music &
climb these Pains
rust away the urges and
language would never read
delicate shining
skinning it white with
please moan in my
"...mother chained me in the
garden petal shaking a knife at our
Shadow said he is, though his
dress put thousands of
her tongue licking me, blowing
their ship on a lake.
(c) 2002 Damien Williams
