Friday, October 9, 2009

its hard to speak without a tongue

After everything you’ve done.
After your second face failed.
This time theres nothing left to save.
And your words were broken

Keep walking.
Keep breathing.
Keep cursing our names.
We’re plotting your end by the dawn.
We’re apparitions that stalk your every turn.

And until I see the moonlight shine with your blood we’ll dig your grave.

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