Sister Ray
Highway 101
Old tombs & velvet heartsDrip from her tounge & fall apartwhle on his arm & from his heartThe novelist perfects his artScreaming days & drugs of nightThe coast it twists & fades from sightCarving Cutting his words of painPlacing them into his viensWriting cries & living lifeThe Man exists by the knifeIt's on his flesh & in his heartThis poet scribbles and skews his art
From Letras Mania