Tattooed Deep Black
I feel like I’m a troubled boy with a girl with a dragon tattoo inside me
Like all my problems came from her, who lies perpetually to abide me
She has been raped, her mind still alarmingly bleeds
My phlegmatic vagina, defamed apart, still seethes
The origins of my pain, Mein Kamph, are here vividly
The solutions, lodged into my soul, have long since been given to me, lividly
But my steady hand for poetic lifestyles and discerning brain for wisdom are bereft
Whereas I avail the contentness of the world even with only myself left
My cancer is the cure for the world, eventually evoking and procreating my demise
At the cost of divulging a kind of man, that bewails for a haunting me by surprise
Such that I (we) say hope is too archaic for such delicate situations
And the time for a new beginning, is already written along with trials and tribulations
Too late for comfort, too late to kiss the past and future goodbye
Yet early enough to watch the present pass me (us) up, early enough to see me die
Drifting into sleep, living love and hate and dreams
Eyes rolling back trying to recreate the scenes
Of robust lust, greedy eyes, and bare backs
I, my life, is opening legs, and scarring arms tattooed Deep Black
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