Artwork By: Nadine Feinson
My promise is to you
Never misinterpret your youth
A romance, with success
A fine bitch.
Roxanne in a red dress
Let me be the first to address
Those who feel their stance is to be put in front of me, I detest;
The slaughter house will welcome you with the rest,
well the rest of you
….
And to the rest of you
Success has a sister but I'll never introduce you to her
Keeping my secrets to the sultans gold, is my goal
Something I will uphold until I'm old
This type of darkness consumes the soul,
Though disguised with perfume
The fumes fill your nostrils and confuse you,
You recognize familiarity because it's something you're use to
Trained to hit targets expertly
The only problem is
The mindful can't change the heartless concepts exceptionally
All Politicians have tried, some deception-ally
But frequent frivolousness opted out personally
I love..less each day, because as each hour drains,
The love of my life is somewhere out there passing away.
Thats the message of this
No Pain
Just realizations
Death
the Funeral
Stay Awake
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