I’ve seen you around the edges of the street
This obscure, mist of dark and deep
I’ve seen them call you, as their own name, as family
But, it feels like deceit
A viral disease tested to deep, to ink and paper
A writer fell from dusk and no sleep
Red iris, red lips, black hair
A song from the top to her tips..
Death come at me..
Dressed as a woman loving my sleep
Could I find, someone or a warm body to love?
I’m specially dressed for this
Black, red details to our kiss
Soft Jasmine resting at the beds white sheets
Death come as the wind, as the life in trees
Kiss me or best, please me
Disregard, but, the sound of my voice
I’ve seen them bloody, ignorant to where they’ll go
Labeled greed, to polish a personal goal
Death to you a flower, life to you my sword