ruin (Remove filter)
I've Been Wrung
Lick your fingers
Every last bit
Bend over
Take the hardest hit
Now, burn
And let me watch
Crumble
On the spot
Twist yourself in knots
I want the final drop
Then,
Become dust
Collapse and shed
Until the last sparkle
Of my Queens head
Is spent
Until the last glimmer
Of her glitter
Has bled
You belong to me
I own your soul
That is how
You line
Every pocket
With gold
Friday 18th September 2020 9:44 am
Recent Comments
Tom on Wisdom’s Age
12 hours ago
Tom on A world to trust
12 hours ago
raypool on When Did It All Change?
14 hours ago
Martin Peacock on Wisdom’s Age
14 hours ago
Martin Peacock on nothing i'll tell you is real
14 hours ago
Manish Singh Rajput on Wisdom’s Age
15 hours ago
Manish Singh Rajput on A world to trust
15 hours ago
Tom on On The Train This Morning
15 hours ago
Tim Higbee on AN AGNOSTIC'S CREED
15 hours ago
Tim Higbee on RAGE
15 hours ago