fingerlick

The riches are spent to deliver me on my knees,

For thoughts would not unravel if I begged for thee,

Instead of allure and all things I choose selfishly,

The Rapture is calm and the manifest destiny,

Showing Guile Apothacy

Queen of Spades

Poor Lepus, died in his dreams,

Water too wet, must’ve been cream…

Chamber in steady hands,

Forward fold fallen knife…

Grab the heart pouring sinister,

Knife the throat eyes gold blistered.

No one blows me

No one knows me

Everyone calls them

Everyone falls them

Filthy rich

And stable mind

I remember once in time

There was a cue for

A pitiless hell

Resurrection costs

Silly coins lost

I made the times right

I find the Fox lights

Tell me how

If knowing sits

I beg for martyrs

With my wrists