I am the ink in your pen,
Remorsefully violent.
How long will I be dragged
Through the mud and beetles?
You've tattooed me to every angle you've got.
Look into my stoplight eyes
And feel the slap of concrete.
Lecherous friend
I do not appreciate the gesture.
So few can crucify me as easily.
My trust is more than an echo.
It is the key to my elevator.
Despite your best efforts
You are no locksmith.
You will be kept in the basement indefinitely.
In Hepburn fashion, grieving women
Throw themselves into the street.
How dare you peel me open then leave.
I'll fend for myself until we meet again.
Bite my tongue, my cheek so raw,
Here's to your spotlight, brava.
Jan 12
Jan 12, 2026 at 12:41 AM UTC
I am the ink in your pen,
Remorsefully violent.
How long will I be dragged
Through the mud and beetles?
You've tattooed me to every angle you've got.
Look into my stoplight eyes
And feel the slap of concrete.
Lecherous friend
I do not appreciate the gesture.
So few can crucify me as easily.
My trust is more than an echo.
It is the key to my elevator.
Despite your best efforts
You are no locksmith.
You will be kept in the basement indefinitely.
In Hepburn fashion, grieving women
Throw themselves into the street.
How dare you peel me open then leave.
I'll fend for myself until we meet again.
Bite my tongue, my cheek so raw,
Here's to your spotlight, brava.
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