Bloody Sunday
Take care.
This is my blood, my bloody sunday.
I plaster this time to provide some kind of separation between the hands and mind.
I came back here. Failure to
too, in the pages of my life maculata.
eyes I invented new colors, indelibly this time, I myself I want to elide.
The pendant around his neck leaving just a shade lighter.
I look from afar and become new mantis without religion. For
raging inside the meat thinner. Let
lovebambi, I will not hurt, my money, I kept hanging in the balance for the patrons of the night.
My cello ...
I pulled out of his grave in the small storage room of silence.
I have not taken not to dirty my wickedness, I have not toyed with for fear of scratching, panting really want to feel on my body, my
every violent lash, for all my knife near your strings tight.
What to do with tears again, my work has been the same as always, in the morning, when I return, I close the curtains and dream
lovebambi to caress, to kiss in the full moon where I'm humiliated and impaled.
Frank has become a memory, I forget that with great difficulty.
Fennel is gone, I was left with only a crimson scarf to put on the wrist for luck. Ann
Good luck, it's your day, the day after, before your dead, before all. My
AnnG
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