Dear Gaia, I am from the world of rifles and poetry.
They listen as her sound plays, the last sounds emitting her throat, No more time for life, no more sun rays,
She smiles as she suffocates, She loves as she gurgles, She laughs as she becomes psychotic, they die as she does,
They beat her like a doll, she smiles as she can One is much like the other but she smiles as she does
He doesn't reassure her they laugh as they can She bleeds and tears but she smiles as she does
RTANDSS · Sat Feb 27, 2010 @ 03:33am · 0 Comments |