Thin Lines by Loki Larson


I said a word
It got caught in my throat, and it burned
Slipped off my tongue and I choked,
You were concerned for a second
Then cries echoed into the night, lesson learned.

Because you heard a word
That I said, and this word how it rang
In your head, it was loud and glorious, yes
And from where you lay on my chest
Well, you heard it best.

But you held me closely while I screamed
And I watched the thinnest trails of red
Run down your neck, and drip from your chin
Thin trails of red, thin lines, on grey skin.

Thin lines on gray skin
Where the world ends that’s were we begin
My thin line, my thin line.

I said a word
Was it a blessing or curse?
Nobody knows the whole story
Nobody hears me but you
And you would have heard more if you could have I’m sure.

Because you heard my word,
You still do with your hands, eyes and rest of you too
Little stray on my lap, zealot, hellcat
Can’t forgive what I did to my dream-maker.

And if you knew what I knew, would you object?
Are we madmen or soothsayers? Truthfully, sweet heretic?
I bit off the bit that silenced the world for you, sewed up my sin
With thin threads of black, thin lines on pale skin.

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