Saturday, September 19, 2009

hollowed hero

disarm the mannequin/ His arms were harlequined/ diverged by the sweat stains/ on your tired, wrinkled chin/ as i undress the coding/ of your artificial skin/ tell me, my molded model/ where should i begin?/ here at the brim/ of my merciful whims/ to cut off the tip/ of your fanciful limbs?/ i think not, my pet/ for your chances seem slim/ if im equipped with a whip/ then your chances are grim/

- alex mccurdy


hayley said...

i have a feeling this might be for a song from the way you have it written. maybe? i love the use of mannequin and harlequined. i like it :)

ALC said...

it made me think of