Chapter 1
HOLLOW THIEVES
toxic lips & silver arrows.
to the ones who abide with a storm anchored in their heart, gold escaping their tongue and the sweet cherry lips that conquered my soul.
to those who encouraged the hurricane in my soul and to those who were like carbon dioxide to my lungs.
to the souls lost in the wilderness of youth and foreign glory, with gold frozen on their mind.
(( previously known as cherry wine ))
hollow thieves, for me, represents the thieves of hearts, that lie in the pool of sin, baptized by sadness, the ability to feel.
hollow thieves means that we, ultimately, are the assassin of our own hearts and withering youth, the loss of salvation, the lost love in the city of mass destruction, the love we had for ourselves that perished.
but, as the interpreter of my craft, you are free to stitch any meaning you desire on this cloth. it is the cloth of our withering youth, wicked destiny and all the forlorn mysteries, so, you, my dear, can add any wildflower you wish.
with warm hands & a cold heart, i welcome you to the cherry wine, darlings.
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