The shallow pool of pleasure
Florescent flowers of wicked deeds
stinking, the soul of a lost man
Covered in creams of perfumed oils,
Smelly clots of an afternoon sweat
Dyed, his shreds of the heart
He walks head high around a street corner,
Fine silk, white, the dusty toes of yesterday's journey,
Towards a secret brothel of his habituation
Left and right, a foolish eye
Dropping fifty cents for a second,
Behind tattered curtains in a down town
Onto his bare chest,
Shooting rays of the sun,
Through tiny holes of grass covering
His mind yells in the darkness,
But clouds of desire rain fast and loud
Screening perfectly, the screams of elation
Time after thirty seconds,
Eyes wide open to a beautiful family,
A cherished daughter and kind wife,
Sudden, calm, the storm of desire
Worthless, the art of slippery,
Through, the thin walls of disgrace
Lying before, the mirrors of regret
Shattered, pieces of a broken trust
And now, covered in this blanket of depression
Jul 30, 2016
Jul 30, 2016 at 12:03 AM UTC
The shallow pool of pleasure
Florescent flowers of wicked deeds
stinking, the soul of a lost man
Covered in creams of perfumed oils,
Smelly clots of an afternoon sweat
Dyed, his shreds of the heart
He walks head high around a street corner,
Fine silk, white, the dusty toes of yesterday's journey,
Towards a secret brothel of his habituation
Left and right, a foolish eye
Dropping fifty cents for a second,
Behind tattered curtains in a down town
Onto his bare chest,
Shooting rays of the sun,
Through tiny holes of grass covering
His mind yells in the darkness,
But clouds of desire rain fast and loud
Screening perfectly, the screams of elation
Time after thirty seconds,
Eyes wide open to a beautiful family,
A cherished daughter and kind wife,
Sudden, calm, the storm of desire
Worthless, the art of slippery,
Through, the thin walls of disgrace
Lying before, the mirrors of regret
Shattered, pieces of a broken trust
And now, covered in this blanket of depression
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