im quick learning lessons form the devil

but can't decide whether i arrived or was contrived



i view so many faces form a tower

up above 

neglected inner wants and hungers for what i love



cluttered bunched black eyed and voiceless 

i fill up the sugar cup to stay up at night in my black upabove 



where my face is a moon full of craters 

with crummy eyes and cyst-thighs 

a perfect beacon for the fictionettes 

who spread their legs wide open on the plasma 

embodiments of everything i hide about my self today 





hips rashed

elastic

crowded 

barely wrenched into my upmost ambition for attraction 

so i nurse fellow wilted and the withered 

shallow love

smut love

our love in my black upabove



my face is a room full of mirrors 

with crummy eyes and blistered thighs a bent brain full of lies

a beacon for the fiction body voodoo 

embodiments in morbid tense

misplace your grace to chase your copaface



						     



						     Thanks to Molly hatchet