Treasure Island

Unic Cjonr

(Capriborn 73)

Sugar Coated Bloody Pain


Broken promises by your blistered lips.

Same as mine.

Without a shine.

Curse a breath from the rotten marrow boned inside your ribs.

Expell the taste of the torn thorned thief.

Broken bones and a snake spiralled spine.

Wipe your mouth to inhale a set of relief.

Vengeance seldom strikes with gravity.

The force is measured by the smell in your cavities.

Run along the path made with ice.

The cold in my heart has passed the way twice.

I have never fallen with the damned.

Included by the dark, I am.

I blame a world, secured by greed.

I flame my world by destroying the lifeless seeds.

Messages from my brain.

I am again, coated.

With sugar candy bloody pain.

Submitted: Wednesday, October 16, 2013
Edited: Thursday, October 24, 2013
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