Another Pretty ThingA Poem by kayceetime slips, you lick my lips and still i feel nothing.
your throat screams red for me, but your lies bleed a crucifixion of the purest lust, the plainest greed.
i am just another pretty thing.
i let you stake a claim, it's all the same to me. sometimes i just like to pretend like i am lucky.
i'm wondering how long until there is something, but i'm far from deluded; i know it's not coming. © 2009 kayceeFeatured Review
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