Testo Seventy-Five Ghosts

ugly august ghosts at dusk. brusque cheap lust brought by the breeze. this love lied, left torn, lovelorn. so such blood spilt so cerise. ease these venomous decrees. discarded and brokenhearted. wend the end that we started. parted ways, oh so guarded... they can't break you're heart if you don't have one. i wish this skin wasn't quite so thin. i wish your words didn't cut so deep. lay my weary bones in a potter's field. sever these ties and let me be. created. desecrated. destroy.