Mar 2013
I write in a font that I can't speak in,
Then you command me to sing
my darkest poems
to a crowd
awaiting
a voice of white lace.
I'll refrain for I,
dare not,
**** myself
in such a horrible way.
Then you command me to sing
my darkest poems
to a crowd
awaiting
a voice of white lace.
I'll refrain for I,
dare not,
**** myself
in such a horrible way.
