The mutilated man with the gross gun,
Will be brutally burnt by the selfish Sun.
I fell asleep and awoke inside my own flesh.
Everyone just says 'yes', despite my guts, together, being meshed.
Mona Lisa, a fickle fella, awkwardly drowns in corrosive sea;
I asked,“Who be ye if ye be not thee?”
All I got was a reply encrypted in a leopard skin sultan's scarf.
I'm undead, but even unto I,this be a disappointment so very sharp.
I'll drink shots of glory, to help the infant truth go down;
Lest upon boulevards of boredom, my contradiction hath no frown.
But if you were to ask me what I'm to do next, I simply must detest;
If you lack belief, my slaughtered silicone dancers would protest.
Hope is a hill you have to climb - just don't depend on it;
Nonsense is just a game, but be sure to not have sanity render it.
A being made of mansions had once gotten stuck outside;
I told him to go inside - he warned me not to take him for a ride.
Creatures of a curiously curvaceous night,
Are born in deliciously devilish smite.
You thought I was vengeful but all that I was, was a beautiful sight.
I be no false prophet; sleeping stars are just yet to get it right.
YOU ARE READING
The Rise and Fall of Me and All I Have Spoken
Poetry∞♡∞♡∞♡∞♡∞♡∞♡∞♡∞♡∞♡∞♡∞♡∞♡ Welcome to my Rise As I ruled before the dawn My words could shift the tides Even the wordless sung my song When I heard the Word Of You And spoke it to ears deaf and all What else more could I do, But fall? ∞♡∞♡∞♡∞♡∞♡∞♡∞♡∞...
