My Bible (I)

chadwickchadwick Posts: 21,157
Wings blackened from emptiness
Diamonds riddle blistered skies
Fallen serpent tongues caress bones with fire
Tasting your fangs I lavish in your bite
Your coiled scales scratch my heart
And with your quivering spine slithering through my veins
Sink your venom deep
Take me home
You’re my religion
for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7

"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."

Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
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