bone rattle
old shaking bones
shuffle down the street
awakening black pouch
of like shields
familiar warrior tooth
twin teeth we suckle
from a black panther
Bone rattle
old shaky bones
shuffle in beauty
awakening black pouch
of like shields.
old shaky bones are all thats left this shell of darkness where i dwell everyday even though this sadness seems insane i wished today something would change despite being lost in every way...my fingers numb i try some drug but here the escape is pain in an intoxicating way
