Echoes of Open Wrists

Spiral shadows in fallen rain
Razor-wire ghosts of thought and pain
Layers of hope crashed on shores of strain
Winged things of mist and smoke, bear tear lit dreams
Weaves of fire and dark
Slide sold smooth under the skin
Your broken surface calls again
Nightshade promises whisper on crimson wind
Attacked in tastes that hide from sin
Close your eyes as I close mine
One last heartbeat of kerosene
Shades of warmth crawl through my skin
Conjuring the taste again

Written By:
Justin Sol Nafziger February 13, 2003

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