Your Grinning Dolls

Your dolls grin in my summer melted silver plastic sin and I heard a crow caw all for my belated needs I never intended life finding my self six feet deep My pall bearer lover-needs me and my simple sweet soul! All for you I oiled your soul machine and I am cosmic mechanic heart I have the skills to fix your devour-mouth My pall bearer sees crow caw and I'm still six feet under Under your high heel-career and Versace style psychotic needs And who (you) bury my bleedings I keep your longest kiss under -- neath my broken bone cap knees and nothing hurts like my mouth. : 07-16-2014 ::