Sunday, 8 June 2014

Burning instead of beauty





Oh Cosey Mo, I feel your pain
When they all want you but they don't know your game
I guess your death will pass in time
But in the meantime let me build your shrine


I promise you that I will find you
I'll dig up every unmarked grave
I promise you that I will find you, darling, find you
And on your tomb I'll carve your name


Oh Cosey Mo, I feel your rage
When they hunt you down and put you in their cage
I understand your need to hide
Not from fear but from losing your mind


 I promise you that I will find you
I'll dig up every unmarked grave
I will not rest until I find you, darling, find you
And on your tomb I'll carve your name


Burning

Burning

Burning instead of beauty


Photograph by Diana Lee Zadlo [subrosa.cc]

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