RMC

All that’s got me tied up
twisted and fractured fault
of mine I’m fine but enough
has got me burned a lot.

Desires I’m just a man
born into the wrong hands.
All I’ve learned of nature
unfolds in undiscovered lands.

Fool call me I want to pacify
my lashes I got as a young child.
I want a pretty girl eyelashes
to pat across me all night wild.

Death has come to my door
many times before I know him.
It is a cold dashing thing more
of loving eyes you’ll want again.

Stained by my blackness pain
does the world in a crucible taint.
Boil it down to the dose I love most
pain is a wayward thing I paint.

What does this life make?
I’ve been down holes and hells
so I know God exists I just
want more stories of flesh to tell.

What is made from toil?
Soil black brings life to joy
as we master all of disaster
and wield bliss like some toy.

It is faint and in the distance
I see the end creeping in.
I know levels disheveled instance
of a frame of time I want sin.

All the platitudes all niceties
reach me on the plank of turmoil.
I like the soil down deep sink
to where the leviathan it boils.

Reckless I want a taste of lips,
red tanned skin tattoos a whip
will with skill appeal to me
as I run my lips across hips.

Let’s set hell on fire before
we perspire and draw on ire
for the things we haven’t done
before we all burn in hells fire.