VermilionRose

You are carpet lice, The whore outstretched on a broken rug, In tiny breaths inject to forget, The hoax he pulled to avoid you, Scattered, a mess, you are tangled In your hair, In your lies, The dirty apartment has holes that hold the company, They are rats that push aside the trash, Filthy on the floor, you wretch, Itch your broken skin, The only warmth to your chapped lips, Is the foam that leaks from your broken mouth, In bundles, hop the closest bus to clinic, You have been clinically fucked, You go for the free friends.

The lamentation of Eve I cannot feel my face I know I've long ago fell from grace In shame, lust processes a burning taste I am the lowest of all base The fruit a bittersweet taste Like the poetry from that deceptive snake His words feel like soft silk lace Gliding down my body from place to place I stood on a bed of opium The clear aqua stream reflecting obsidian Its depth and mystery still remains in oblivion My knowledge still lingers in the medium The flowers felt soft As the serpent kissed where I stood His words taste like honey moss Churning my curious mood His forked tongue piercing my innocence His boldness so blata