caged crimson/falling/sunkissed verimillion/i split open the sun/
i live/
his flesh/mapped elegantly for
your taste/ hands you the gun/
(make sure you kiss your knuckles
before you pull the trigger)
and the warrior you once were
lives on/the rememberance in his veins/lifeless/shapes what is now/the gun in your hand
@ this poem: yikes
(also sorry if this re-published like 5 times)
