Beauty Defined in Liquid Sin
A tangled mass of dirty hair Hides a sunken, tired faceDark circles accent bloodshot eyesI've taken comfort in this quiet placeIt's later than an hour agoI'm not comfortable inside my skinI'll stop picking at the pallid fleshIf you'll inject the liquid sinI'm not finished this poem but I have to leave ASAP.... Written October 16th, 2001 © on Oct 16 2001 05:03 AM PST 0 • 10
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"A tangled mass of dirty hair Hides a sunken, tired faceDark circles accent bloodshot eyesI've taken comfort in this quiet placeIt's later than an hour agoI'm not comfortable inside my skinI'll stop picking at the pallid fleshIf you'll inject the liquid sinI'm not finished this poem but I have to leave ASAP......."