Blood Stains (Su A Vera Iya)

Delicate, yet whiteless sins,
Atomic minds leading the arrogant animals,
Let tonight be the dine of morphine.
Countless hours of sticking needles on one skin,
Diseases meant to be tasted by immortal planets.

That herb of mayonnaise taste a little stolen.

Sharp knives work, cut across the chest to see death,

That Wipe of the nose, the start of a sweat,

Plague us to die and my skin peels, I feel so high.

Deep throating bullets, candy fullfilling in my mouth,

Bang, bang, i'm gone, I taste suliva.

I want blood, rippage of fingers, lems and decreasing, becoming weak

Reviews

[Hannerr.]

I love the imagery in this piece. So violent, but feels so quiet and controlled. Wonderful piece, really. I would point out that 'delocate' is spelt 'delicate,' however I really love this piece.