Tulips made of acid
tear my throat; life is short.
If I die, I’ll say I tried to save
something beautiful to report.
For the devil, he knows me;
him I’ve entertained before.
For the best in me, I think’s gone
in earthly tales and lore.
I want euphoric, sweet,
and beautiful things in life
for me and you that are true;
while this life, I try to fight.
Through the slander
and misread fed fuel
of misconstrued words that
tempt me to, with others, duel.
God has misplaced trust
in others, and I see their disdain.
With their vices and misdeeds
that take advantage and me chain.
I am bound to a rock
and thrown into a deep abyss,
and I see in the sea black ghosts
where I host a party I missed.
In the deep pressure,
it crushes me from all sides.
I need a kiss from a rose
to keep my step in stride.
So long it’s been
since I’ve felt sweet, sweaty sin.
I want to dive in close to
a beautiful ear and kiss it again.
Whispers in the dark,
I want them; I need intimacy;
moments for good loving,
dirty long blonde hair draped over me.
Years have passed by;
I try to think back to her I miss
the most she was my last lover
and in dark, I think of her adrift.
Adrift in chaos, and drowned
in senseless nonsense, it’s wrong.
The noise I hear, wicked song,
that makes the hurt strong.
RMC 