At †hε Frεαk Sh°w, by ßižαrrεKi† Subscribe to rss feed for ßižαrrεKi†

Drapes are pulled
under this Moon
You're laying there
resisting
suppressing the truth

Possessor of the Freaks
leaning on a Grotesque tree
Drunk
In his hand
a bottle of cheap Whiskey

Mermaid Girl
Wounded your eyes are
Jaded
Sage-green
Bete noire Rising Star

Behind stacked crates
I shall hide
In the shadows
waiting
Till it's time

                          Freedom









Posted: 2010-02-02 03:42:39 UTC

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2010-02-02 20:37:43Lovecrafter
really cool and vivid. thanks for the comment too. ;}