Lotus And The Langourous کے بول

Small and sleeping children's song The kind that wished for death Salt beyond our lady Satuernn's Reef Has whored herself to rest Silver stab in the noontide, in the frayed and edge of the sea Fell quick to the snow, still life Sprawled out in the cold, he said There was dancing on the ceiling I was strapped down to the anchours Stumble out your breathing speaks As heavy in the prose Salt beyond our lady Satuernn's Reef Has wounded several more Silver stab in the noontide, in the frayed and edge of the sea Fell quick to the snow, still life Sprawled out in the cold, he said There was dancing on the ceiling I was strapped down to the anchours Twisting down the drain Infinities of microscopic blades that crawl your skin Hiding under fingernails and spilling you to slip Damned towards several silver stabs Pricking your sedated episodes I was strapped down to the anchours Down, down, down...where will those mermaids lead him? by: piterd