Pain
By EvokedShade
Picking scabs of skillful sin, Something closing up that I feel within, Bunt tender meat of sickening shins, Harvest my bones and chews me up again. Sintering heat of blasting Spins, Close me up and shut me out, Making me spit it out. Written November 30th, 2001 © on Nov 30 2001 11:19 AM PST 18 • 0 • 1
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"Picking scabs of skillful sin,..."