Basquiat

Ne bois aucun mal,
N'entends aucun mal,
Ne parle passed de mal...

See no evil
Hear no evil
Speak no evil

Drink of this cup
Disastrous illusions
Rediscover your finite humanity
This imagery of confusion
Seeks to embody, through you
The darkness of your carnality
Leading to the fatality of many
Cobain estranged,
Compromised and deranged
Warped in the arms of purgatory
The weeping and gnashing
There, teeth foam,
Seething in blood,
Devour your guts
Sex and drugs
I despise the meeting
Of tainted souls,
Only to finally behold
The curse of the lyricists gift
At our genitals intermingling
Leaving sores and bleeding of hearts and whole
Bodies
Forever am I charming the masses to slaughter
Exploiting their inherit depravity
How beautiful death is
Until its time for your unrest
Taste of this despair
Reliving the depression of unlearned lessons
Too late for the regression of repentance
We're locked into this,
Immortality you longed for
Is it what you longed for?
A wish master granting the mastery of lies and deception
No reservoirs or reception to those moans and groans of regret
How soon we forget
The chance after chance
Each breath we get
Gave to you as a gift
A life untainted
Basquiat

C.09/27/17