My broken home is not worthy
Within your righteous paradise
Your ink that spilled
As page was filled
And held the moon
With rich sorcery
Never the story of my life
You see I have a sickness
And found in your lap no cure
The sweet hemlock from your quill
Bloodied sheets against my will
Made me mad
And commenced
The story. My endless endure!
My tainted love is fractured
My body barren scarred and war-torn
No use in artist’s dream
My deeds are never wholesome seen
And though I strive
To be good
My poetry pukes blood. Forlorn!
I was not made for your forgiveness
Because my being is all wrong
Not here, not anywhere
Free from mine and your and their
A place
A home
My words nowhere. Belong
I am what I was born as
And what I was made to be
Your enigma and your nemesis
Chasing the shadows of my genesis
Sullied. Spoiled
Sick. Recoiled
Black as the sea.
And Endless
Un-worthy
Is
Me