Im a coat of fists Dead and hardened spiders Like two - TopicsExpress



          

Im a coat of fists Dead and hardened spiders Like two mangled crowns Or the widest of the meanest coiled snakes Folks said I look like death Lived in the hotel of my eyes Lives wide open like a whore Painted in spit from the earth between her thighs Keep your halo tight Im your God or your guardian Keep your halo tight One hand on the trigger, the other hand is mine Because now Cupid carries a gun Now, now Cupid, Cupid carries a gun
Posted on: Tue, 13 Jan 2015 10:38:05 +0000

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