Appraiser of Poisons |
My citadel was stripped and ruined by corrosive waves that crash along the island spires. Dead limbs revolve around the dirt of the illusion that used to be a forest. If You are the last, ...
Posted by Muse Mechanic on Fri, 20 Jan 2006 08:57:00 PST |
Scorpion Garden |
What has become of days to come? Alone in a desert garden. i think i just might swallow the sun... to save your drowning scorpion... from sinking somewhere colder... it scorches my i...
Posted by Muse Mechanic on Fri, 20 Jan 2006 09:07:00 PST |
Oversold Cemetery Control |
chalk outlines emotions of an ashen nature... haunted minds mend... weep before sleep... devotion beyond illusion... accelerating internal hidden poisons... to choke everything it hated... all bitter ...
Posted by Muse Mechanic on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
Crucible of Words |
if i gave You my world in a crucible You'd crush it... my eyes echo, reflect, and push off of Yours... not steel... electronic machinery... listening to the sun... receiving solar instructions... asce...
Posted by Muse Mechanic on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
Vulture and a Muse |
frozen romance on a molecular level... beauty starved of all color... waiting for the flood of blood-red rain... to atrophy the clouds and skies... the atmosphere crashing down upon us... grounded vul...
Posted by Muse Mechanic on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
Fatality of Fate |
what an existence ignorant of devil wings... the ends hungered so rotted from uncertainty... to fix an affinity she created along fatality of fate affection... cranial strangled veil of virtue... the ...
Posted by Muse Mechanic on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
Breathless Breaths |
condition breathed a careless breath... dreaming timeless atom circuits... when masquerade the diabolic mass... settling spiritual fears... the erupting fire of a phoenix... the easily false pollution...
Posted by Muse Mechanic on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
Rhythms in Ink |
feared face smiled beautifully... no dirt passage... they maliciously desire entity machinery... upon dismantling spine breaths...arose a time laced with drugs... a morgue finds rhythms in ink...the p...
Posted by Muse Mechanic on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
