Cracked skull, his eye twitches.
Every ounce of paint thickens and dries.
His centipede fingers curl around my back to make sure I'm still there, educing me; enchanting me.
Green eyes in the black light, strewn across his lop-sided bed.
Awake to shakes, twitches, and he speaks; to wake up only in my dreams... dying girl holds dead boy.
Every ounce of paint thickens and dries.
His centipede fingers curl around my back to make sure I'm still there, educing me; enchanting me.
Green eyes in the black light, strewn across his lop-sided bed.
Awake to shakes, twitches, and he speaks; to wake up only in my dreams... dying girl holds dead boy.