Sense of honour
is a fry cry from you .
I’d rather be your plea
to infinity
beyond your sight
of innocent blood .
Body art -
my tongue
on your human canvas ,
a masterpiece
by artist
with an eye for the quirky ,
quirky one with a craze
to hatred.
An artist
whose postscript
merges with
your cells
of self destruction.
Nov 7, 2018
Nov 7, 2018 at 8:01 AM UTC
Sense of honour
is a fry cry from you .
I’d rather be your plea
to infinity
beyond your sight
of innocent blood .
Body art -
my tongue
on your human canvas ,
a masterpiece
by artist
with an eye for the quirky ,
quirky one with a craze
to hatred.
An artist
whose postscript
merges with
your cells
of self destruction.
