I am as nothing, said Xenia,
A leaf on the wind or twig
In a flowing stream. I am
A candle in darkness, a
Flickering flame in wild winds.
I am one who kisses frogs
But never find my prince
Just toads or bums or
The left overs from whore's
Game. I am the dreamer of
Lost dreams, the sleeper of
Disturbing nights, the sad
Insomniac of long cold times.
I am a lost lamb of a long
Dead shepherd, my mother's
Kisses disolve in space or
Time's locked rooms or
Life's cruel games or mind play.
I am as putty in a fat man's lust
His plaything in the sordid bed
He plays out in his sick head.
I am candle, I am leaf or twig,
I am lamb of a dead shepherd
In a windy night on a lone shore.
I am a wound and an open sore.
Jul 16, 2017
Jul 16, 2017 at 9:48 AM UTC
I am as nothing, said Xenia,
A leaf on the wind or twig
In a flowing stream. I am
A candle in darkness, a
Flickering flame in wild winds.
I am one who kisses frogs
But never find my prince
Just toads or bums or
The left overs from whore's
Game. I am the dreamer of
Lost dreams, the sleeper of
Disturbing nights, the sad
Insomniac of long cold times.
I am a lost lamb of a long
Dead shepherd, my mother's
Kisses disolve in space or
Time's locked rooms or
Life's cruel games or mind play.
I am as putty in a fat man's lust
His plaything in the sordid bed
He plays out in his sick head.
I am candle, I am leaf or twig,
I am lamb of a dead shepherd
In a windy night on a lone shore.
I am a wound and an open sore.
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