There does not need be
A king
And do not praise me
A queen
Fixate the hole in the ground
The blisters in the crease
The black eye and sore heart
I carry the shovel
Where ever needs be
A desecrator with a fearless
Grin nestled in the crooks
Of my painted red lips
Apr 25, 2016
Apr 25, 2016 at 4:03 PM UTC
There does not need be
A king
And do not praise me
A queen
Fixate the hole in the ground
The blisters in the crease
The black eye and sore heart
I carry the shovel
Where ever needs be
A desecrator with a fearless
Grin nestled in the crooks
Of my painted red lips
