January 8, 2013


  • Computer Blue by f100002748251658

    my bath feels a little tepid tonight.............................

     

    Blood Bath

     

    Porcelain shards on satin pillows
    Life drifts away like scarlet billows
    lay your head down, dirt for your pillow
    tears like a storm, lost in the willows
    naked the foot that steps to the path
    cooling the water of crimson bath
    warmth followed, now spreads the chill
    of porcelain shards on satin pillows
     
    Chris
     
    this is the verse to a song I've yet to finish . maybe I'll drag the old guitar out of it's dusty hiding place and try to ....

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