Saturday, 13 April 2013

Buried

I am Vague in a
Suddenly world.
Foreign distractions are
Confident in this torn
Skin and I am proud to
Be your disaster.
I am skinned to be in your
Arms. I am nerved to be
Swimming freedom in
All my wreckage.
I am complicated
In your darker songs and
Ive turned invisible
Against these painful
Black pores.
I have turned against our
Us because I am  buried
In us.

granted avalanche

when we arrived  the amulet was damaged and  broke the moments erased. the moment you get out of that. it has left our warped feeling of wha...