You don’t have to bleed to
Satisfy them all
Just throw them a bone
And watch them bring it back.

I am done losing my sense to tired
Bidding my streak with holliness,
Conversing to the dawn in nakednes
Muting my ever so gracious talent
In every nightfall,

They lease my soul from me
They pays with dime; with dime–
Did my flesh buries far beneath to
Nor behold a light; who shall see
I bellow at thee who mourn or weep

If you ever thought of a girl
perhaps wasted anytime with someon
Or no one.
If you ever walk with loud manly
Conversation with your friend

They are roaring
And ready
To go but
My shoe
Laces are still

Secrets
A secret is not a secret without m
A secret is not a ghost that knock
A secret is not a torn sheet or a
A secret is not a weapon to change

Tell me the verse this may be
And let all lye in thoughts
Of what you or i may get
Or beg out of life,
Life of deceits and a freshly new

The famous cheats will had once em
The prostitutes will freely sleep
acknowledge poetry.
The power of poetry is an unoffici
It can be used by a sweet talker,

Never forget
To
Do
Your own
Thing

Demons
I will bring out the demons in you
I will close the trenches and make
The demons feed in you
They will feel what it’s like for