I'm just the whore
Your
Looking for
To fuck your mind.
(Metal against bone)
Stinging,
Ringing
Hollow tone.
You never let yourself
Get too close to the fire
For fear
(Like stone, is clear)
Of charring your wings,
Shortening their span.
But on you shall sing
Just because you can.
Manifest your ignorant ways
(In a sub-conscious daze)
Sew another square
To the quilt
(Each a pattern of guilt)
Vision impaired
(But I came prepared)
Catching the petals
Falling from you eyes.
Wasted energy
On pointless eulogies.
I wonder if you hear me
(But praise is not to be given
While you're on your knees).
Black and white
(Time frame standing still).
Droplets of gray
Falling on your window sill,
Seeping through the cracks
(To fill in the negative space)
In all you lack
(Just like that)
Of a painting;
(A portrait of a mind
With no shading).
Destroyed elements
(With words irrelevant)
Let me fuck your mind.
Impregnate,
(Disintegrate)
The perpetual state
Of sickening, stagnant
Repetition
I:
Being
The very definition
Of a mind
Without a line
(Nothing to cross
Without the time)
Created by the hands
Of the clock on their wall
But not by the hands
That zip their skin up
Tall,
Standing the opposite.
(Condescend)
And pretend
What falls apart
Shall mend
What has a start
Craves an end.
(A disclaimer),
No-namer.
Anonymous,
Faceless
(Just like you)
I try to
Fill the emptiness.
(Find one of the many)
Spaces next to me.
Start a revelation,
(Me: The step latter)
Holding high all the thoughts
That shatter
(Splatter)
On the concrete,
To bow at your feet.
Breed
The future.
Hold
And mold
It in your hands.
Imprints
Of your fingertips,
A little piece of me left behind;
The whore that just
Fucked
Your
Mind