I got lost in trimmed
Blacks and found solace in
Its shadow palms.
My Straightened veins are
Curling with your inhibition
And their diseases are
Spreading into our
Ultra scented soul.
Seeing your mod
Clan disposes my skin
And replenishes my
Upper cheeks with your
Shaved off neglect.
Remember me as i was
Before this sun lit our
Broken ways.
I have scratched our Gods
Of today
And memories of uneven
Grass and abused nights
Are piercing through my
Fresh skin.
The dead of
Them have sung their
Appraisals.
It is raining and now
We are the beneath;
The water over my eyes
Are forming patterns
Of the past.
Perpendicular arms crossed
With caffeine eyes
