My dark side feels comfortable around you and blood is a soulless paint we use to decorate our bassinets.
Baby Black Looks Good On You
Dare me to say something sinister and I'll whisper in your tightest ear
"Your ear looks so fuqable"
Giggle now and saw off a chunk of your finger and make me a cup of pointed coffee.
Under this marshmallow sky you look savage and certain to never be tamed.
Baby Black Looks Good On You.
The darker the circles, the deeper your eye sockets appear.
Sex keeps the sleep at bay
and counting sheep that neigh
makes a Night-Mare say
"Stop wooling around and give me a lamb-job"
Dirty jokes sound better on your voice cuz you mix in sound effects and goosebump deviations that only creeps comprehend.
Baby Black Looks Good On You
I like it in your gaze,
I like it on your lips
I like it in your maze,
lost in your pubic crypts
It seeps in clumps of perspiration
It keeps within the wet oration
Cryptic speech of ebony fire
that singes the tips of every desire
Let me be the moral compass
void of direction,
That finds you in the bullseye
of my euphemistic inspection
Oh the tarnish of demons, color you obsidian and deep gray too
Baby Black Looks Good On You
YOU ARE READING
SIDE PIECE
RandomAn offering of small tales laced with intrigue and delights. Sometimes I need an escape from topical poetry in the pursuit of more fantastical renderings. No rules, no boundaries, no truth in the lies. Yet, when you live in the lie everything inside...
