Mob Boss
June 25th, 2013, 08:22 PM
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His delicate, frost blue eyes
held a peculiar glint
that shone in the darkest of night skies
and breathed life into those who sinned;
kissing the pain they carried inside,
gently healing their battered skin.
"Broken", his mind fed him,
so he searched for a mender
to slide a needle and thread in
all he thought was dismembered.
He was every bit pure and whole,
though his mind played wicked games
and painted him to be a torn soul,
yet "The Mender" was his name.
http://www.desicomments.com/dc1/04/93633/936331.jpg
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I wrote and dedicate this to my great friend Charlie (a.k.a mrcharkteeth).
He struggles to believe it sometimes, but he's a really great person. :)
Thanks to anyone who reads.
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His delicate, frost blue eyes
held a peculiar glint
that shone in the darkest of night skies
and breathed life into those who sinned;
kissing the pain they carried inside,
gently healing their battered skin.
"Broken", his mind fed him,
so he searched for a mender
to slide a needle and thread in
all he thought was dismembered.
He was every bit pure and whole,
though his mind played wicked games
and painted him to be a torn soul,
yet "The Mender" was his name.
http://www.desicomments.com/dc1/04/93633/936331.jpg
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...
.
I wrote and dedicate this to my great friend Charlie (a.k.a mrcharkteeth).
He struggles to believe it sometimes, but he's a really great person. :)
Thanks to anyone who reads.