Ahead

I wanted to get a head last night
but there was so much bone
that i'd rather masturbate to your clone.
My skin- scarred and keloiding
and you can count how many veins
yet you still asphyiate the pains
In the catacombs of mind
where my strokes
well mastered, provoked.
by a perfect image- The Amazon
well accustomed to the spear
while pleasantries bring fear.
I hope to heal soon
with no permanent mark
failed by the dark.
whose shadow performs better
so there always lies a creep
while you rest and sleep.

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