I know
Something
That could
Do the
Trick

I pride myself in the midst
of pain, pleasure
Brain and honesty.

Curiousity is a hell of a drug
The reason why you open your eyes
The morning and
The reason why you shut it at nigh

What heart would whisper another
Sense will hardly learn; and
Wandering mind could cluster
Indefinite at dark forests in angu
Of sight and vicious earthly being

Now, have you seen?
The black mane of a dark horse
As it slithers and kiss the marble
Now the whore petticoat, cloaks an
On a starry night whispers its oat

It could be one way to live occupi
That is tacking every trousers in
Despise, and dressing every space
Empty space for sin to lose intere
In its options to form in your lif

All i see is vain
The vain of a callous step father
The vain of two truthful drunks
The vain of a petty elder lady
The vain of a mosque shoe thieves

Writing is like drugs
You will never stop wanting more
Or trying so hard to see how high

To whom; who death might delight,
Put on your socks and your glass
And glimpse through a river
That breath gust of elite; gust of
Which you will miss gracefully

I walk
Through
This pattern
Because
This is