some bullshit I just made up

[futura]

my face is gone
my arms are cold
I walk the alleys
where souls are sold

an eggshell skull
fist full of cash
a jar to buy
and later smash

alone at last
the spirit inhaled
irridescent
like fish's scales

put on a mask
a helmet too
pop a pill
to fight the blues

a blade is switched
a date is ditched
an axe is swung
a man is hung

just keep on walking
to the other side
once you're there
you'll have to slide

 

[jaymie]

my lovely, gent your words do tell of things unsaid and pirates gold. heart. j.

 

[RareForm]

i genuinely missed your writing.