Comments about Kristen Marshall
Dancing Around Psychasthenia
Inside my decaying black heart,
Plays a grotesque melody of pain.
Each note is caustic and sharp,
Pouring upon me like acidic rain.
Digging intensely deeper,
You mutilated my chest.
Destroying spoon after spoon,
Granting me infinitesimal rest.
I don't want to see the mobile reminder,
Of what used to be you anymore.
A hook in my mind, bleeding memories,
It hatches a body so sore.
Don't lead me astray with your
Tongue of Desire.
Screaming my heart to you.
Was your spark for the fire
Bring me back to when
We first met,