nelle donne la Sicilia
sono più pericolosi
di fucili da caccia
I will not bow indigently to
your totalitarian tactics
your jaded clique
cloaked mess
tried to be chilled
purged my sins
and my grins for
Bella fork tongued
seductress wearing
a dump truck of makeup
like it was applied by
her with the same brush
that leaves the sunrise
across the horizon.
masking the mask
undertones of lies
shrapnel leaving
extensive collateral
damage of faded
quills in her plethora
vindictive warpath
a vapor of hate from
inner glows of fate.
No want to hurt u
she reiterated from jump
adequately a
defeated chump.
U won\'t I say,
see within the gleam
on the back of a hiccup
a galaxy birthed from hope
now u see.........aHHHHHH!
don\'t I be so on dope
now I\'m drained of cope.
plastic smiles of deceit
shading fractured frowns
of forgotten sustenance
a breath of existence
so far gone from the fickle
innocence of yesterday\'s
tight slit
nix on submit to commit
to bleed within each impulse
of shaded barnacles
of magnetisms past
this be the last
fragmented exodermis harboring,
seething Jezebel endowment.
broke-back silken withered
dragon licking her own wounds
to invoke others sadness.
Complete don\'t u think?
I birthed from a wink.
a force that always blinks.
Why\'d you get this mayate started?