A tease, a tease,
oh how I am a tease,
for I write poems of which
you shall never ever read!
I eke, I eke,
these thoughts with blood as ink,
on gasping pages drowning
in the anguish that I bleed!
I speak, I speak,
of demons I've yet freed,
solely expelled for exorcise,
whose omens I must take heed!
I tease, I tease,
I do not aim to please,
for I write poems of which
you shall never ever read!
May 16, 2016
May 16, 2016 at 10:54 PM UTC
A tease, a tease,
oh how I am a tease,
for I write poems of which
you shall never ever read!
I eke, I eke,
these thoughts with blood as ink,
on gasping pages drowning
in the anguish that I bleed!
I speak, I speak,
of demons I've yet freed,
solely expelled for exorcise,
whose omens I must take heed!
I tease, I tease,
I do not aim to please,
for I write poems of which
you shall never ever read!
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