Post by imaginary goddess #5 on May 25, 2004 20:27:53 GMT -5
t a t t o e s
Her skin was like parchment from Egypt
Made from the slender, swaying reeds
On the edge of the Wicked Nile
Cream white, with a fringe of darkness
Waiting for words, wisdom, and age
To crinkle its soft, edgy surface
She'd see her ivory satin-silk and cringe
Dying at the sight of its vast brightness
Her friends, rock star fairies
Dying plum pixies, and crazed lunatics
They all would mark her - show her their world
Etched in white roses dipped in blood
And wilting onyx violets, glittering like
The gem stoned sky
Scarred infinately with sky blues
And the sultry hues
of Arabia
The pictures formed, mourning on her skin
Like a story she had yet to tell
Like a cradle's comfort she once slept in
She'd watch them form each and every night
The glimpse of the black against the light
And she'd watch them die when
The acid tears drowned, flooded,
Washed them out
There is only wrong in the right
There is only silence in the night
- b y l i a n n a
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date; may 23
muse; drawing on my skin
mood; depressed/bored
Her skin was like parchment from Egypt
Made from the slender, swaying reeds
On the edge of the Wicked Nile
Cream white, with a fringe of darkness
Waiting for words, wisdom, and age
To crinkle its soft, edgy surface
She'd see her ivory satin-silk and cringe
Dying at the sight of its vast brightness
Her friends, rock star fairies
Dying plum pixies, and crazed lunatics
They all would mark her - show her their world
Etched in white roses dipped in blood
And wilting onyx violets, glittering like
The gem stoned sky
Scarred infinately with sky blues
And the sultry hues
of Arabia
The pictures formed, mourning on her skin
Like a story she had yet to tell
Like a cradle's comfort she once slept in
She'd watch them form each and every night
The glimpse of the black against the light
And she'd watch them die when
The acid tears drowned, flooded,
Washed them out
There is only wrong in the right
There is only silence in the night
- b y l i a n n a
---------------------------
date; may 23
muse; drawing on my skin
mood; depressed/bored
<<< te he I like that face