Honest Gestures

Nauseous nursing

As the sip shall last

Such meaningful gestures

That only the jester shall

applaud

 

For is responsible

Go who is at fault

Falling in leaves

Seeking that black rosed thorn

 

Whence I was torn

No O’ evermore I shall leave ever

so soon

 

Breaking the welcoming

void of dawn

Let me play with each page

Until it pulps against the pen

Make love against the plain

Find meaning against the paint

Suffering in each dig and slice

Each and every cut

 

Making Love with the pen

until Deathe by Her inkling

guide to Fate

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