Sunday, August 30, 2009

The Girl Who Cried Blood

No wounds, no scars
No razors, no knives
Flesh taut and amber
Blessed or possessed
Gods or demons
As mystery injects it's semen

No pain, no screams
No writhing, no agony
Stigmata of the eyes
Divinity or evil
Far over the Atlantic
Your fear and curiosity become perversely romantic

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