Morphine drips between my thighs
a lucid dream for when I die
hypocrisy runs thick through time;
a beauty lies beneath your lies.
But exploit the unwilling, unliving
memories run as memories die
a battle ground for the forgiving
forgetting lives as they pass by.
words from acid dripping tongues
an acrid smell from words unsung
tonight the innocent will die young
in a dark motel from the shit you sell.
All alone in lust and sin-
I hope you die as you have lived.
Please tell me what you think
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nice write,,, well thought out
welll conveyed nice imagery,,, thanks for the chane to read this,,,,
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