Painting the World Black
By girlrage
He structures me immortal with his godly creativityrestoring my weeping wounds with oils and parchmentforking open my heart and smearing it on canvas reaching my every dimension to garner my spirit for my soul ran away long,long agoin a cave full of vampires and clowns In loomed the Dark knight with his scaly wings pierced his rapier in every patron but I he pirated me away to his caverns of ochre tormenting himself in his tribunals of unrhythmic patterns enshrouding me with his muddy kisses picking apart my mentality, breathing it in renderings of my every temperament hangs on the reefswe rot in the thick tar of our dreams sucking vacant the orange air of out midnight love infusing into one masterful existence we are a gargoyle on Mount Olympus the gods of dark sensuous visions art, ballads, dancing, screams lust, insane laughter, and other darkened things we paint the world black Written October 7th, 2001 © on Oct 07 2001 02:43 PM PST 0 • 1 • 8
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"He structures me immortal with his godly creativityrestoring my weeping wounds with oils and parchmentforking open my heart and smearing it on canvas reaching my every dimension to garner my spirit for my soul ran away long,long agoin a cave full of vampires and clowns In loomed the Dark knight with his scaly wings pierced his rapier in every patron but I he pirated me away to his caverns of ochre tormenting himself in his tribunals of unrhythmic patterns enshrouding me with his muddy kisses picking apart my mentality, breathing it in renderings of my every temperament hangs on the reefswe rot in the thick tar of our dreams sucking vacant the orange air of out midnight love infusing into one masterful existence we are a gargoyle on Mount Olympus the gods of dark sensuous visions art, ballads, dancing, screams lust, insane laughter, and other darkened things we paint the world black..."