Submissions by Toomb

Invest a single thread of consumption,
Expect no less than corruption and lead me
On to my disfunction.
Lead me there naked and hungry and willing,
Feed me, my appetite, complete me destruction.

The wind came in too fast and quick,
The rain fell hard and sharp,
just like a Master to his wip,
For taming me would leave these scars,
What wild thing goes willing to life behind bars?
I'll bleed beneath these starless nights before I could
Ever be put to rite,
I'll start a fresh at morning light,
I'll part with the mess in another life...

As the cool winds swept over mound and on through,
Over rivers of crystal and mountains of dew,
No dust upon love, for it's shiny and new,
Like the freshest of mornings that dawned in sky blue.