Ode To I Time Will Come No Yearn Left To Try

You want me
to let you in
so you can
bathe in my sin
rave in the
suicidal masquerade
my indentured servant
from begin,

this holocaustic storm
within knows no dissipation
of self induced manipulations,

sodomizing
gift wrapped
transgressions,

not good enough to be
in your presence
so I'll fade within
my shadow of guilt,

hating my atrium
for yearning
an archaic notion
of corrupt devotion,

ehhhh fuck
was I thinking
I'm a walking plethora of
deceptive perception,

cock slinging
thunder dropped
back breaking
knock the bottom out
only good for one thing,

multiple pleasure
realms of ecstasy
yet can't never
grant the
total depth of me,

as I'm all up in their
guts and shit
King daddy dick,

never can spit
and bleed
my essence
raw dog benevolence
self absorbed
embezzlement,

that's what they see
only the trouble in me,

nix the relative
transparency
hiding in plain sight,

fidgety frictions
just wanting
to seep so deep
within one
that eccentric prism
of wisdom
under the sun,

only one I want to
make me undone
only one I want to
deluge my charm on
my resonance of I,

still no trust lies
in her shine
she can't see behind
these teal eyes
a man whose only willing
to try to bloom as one lotus
of immaculate shine.

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