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To thy own self be true-
(Oh) the night (woe) the dAy.
It’s exactly who I’ve been lying too-
Bless it be the purgatory of fait.
Waiting for something new-
Without paving any new way.
The ignorant, fucked & crude-
Don’t mind the time or if it’s too late.
The biggest truth-
Sweet & seducing is the honey
That nature pleases to bring.
The swift and the cunning
Avoid it’s sultry sticky stings.
Those stoned in its nectar
Are often caught trespassing.
Bless iT be the buzz and
The buzzed from the busy bees.
I’m not
I never meant
Mama
-I want you
It breaks my heart,
How her flesh
Screams to me,
Bringing out a side
Of me,
I don’t want to be.
I’ve suppressed enough..
Oh woe!
How my urge
Begs to be sink it’s teeth!
If only
For a moment,
So that iT
Can be free…
My satisfaction
Although,
Is never ending…
All iT needs
Is a taste
So that it can cease & desist
It’s terrible
Curiosity…
Now back
In the darkness
iT hides
In iT’s
recluse,
labyrinth.
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