Sin in Ink
I adore my finer disposition
like an ink pen that's at loss for things to write
making false toys with surgical precision
camouflage, i like hiding darkness from the night
going to fucking crazy via the scenic route
a new spring neck to break
i love the things that need no excuse
best of friends for the enemy's sake
I would make a wish upon a rotten star
look at how so in love you are
i adore my lack of explanation
itching, scratching at what can not exist
bending concrete, the actual figmentation
lady lucky fuck you first, i insist
too close for convenience, i'll get what i deserve
they would never lie to the severed heads of household
i'll keep just under dental skin, splinters of reserve
finding that i already know without being told
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