CHiLD-0F-THE-BEAT
Bluelighter
.:Plastic Blood Still Drips:.
She is biting down hard
On a tongue that slowly drips
Watching the liquid pool
And snake its way over her lips
She doesn't like the pain
Doesn't revel in its song
Instead she feeds intently
On the emotion drawn along -
- Her steaming pale brow
Glistening in this ugly light
She knows its murky waters
And daren't give up this long fight
Of grit, of anger, or hatred, of rage
Of digestion and consumption
A fetid narrow grave
For thoughts of inadequacy and of fears from the lacking
She chews intently
...Her lips are already cracking.
She is biting down hard
On a tongue that slowly drips
Watching the liquid pool
And snake its way over her lips
She doesn't like the pain
Doesn't revel in its song
Instead she feeds intently
On the emotion drawn along -
- Her steaming pale brow
Glistening in this ugly light
She knows its murky waters
And daren't give up this long fight
Of grit, of anger, or hatred, of rage
Of digestion and consumption
A fetid narrow grave
For thoughts of inadequacy and of fears from the lacking
She chews intently
...Her lips are already cracking.
