Silvεr Grins, by ßižαrrεKi† Subscribe to rss feed for ßižαrrεKi†

Creeping crawlers
under Her flesh
Slither abstract tracks
Slothful gore-fest

Familiar to the touch
Bitter tiles bite
In Her obscured sky
Tattered lace kite

Not The Beginning
nor The End
The Silent destruction
of Silver grins
Posted: 2010-02-02 03:45:12 UTC

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