metalcrowe (metalcrowe) wrote in gherkin_goth,
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gherkin_goth

Gherkin goth

midnight cross
a flame in the dark
twisting around
feeding the spark

down in this well
well of despair
I am the substance
I am the air

I am the brine
salt tears that I cry
I am the string
Plucked by a sigh

let me drown
let me drown
let me drown

in this I become this
strings my eyes and shrivels my soul
preserves me, reserves me, yet I am not whole
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