Sterile change can no longer Grow,
Love burns deep in the book of Pain to the last chapter,
My hand cries in the agonizing flames as I grasp ashes,
And Success is an addiction that seems to
last after
The Sex is conflicting with life but my dreams flash past her,
It stops the last laughter,
Props to stab backwards,
Locks what drag faster,
Drops and crash ladders,
Stops to brag after,
All is done.
I fall into the deep dangerous pit of
complacence
Risks are worn – battered,
Wrists are torn – plastered,
Lips are sore – mastered
Into a blanket that smothers the mind with words sown,
And seeds of Repetition of what I learn Grows,
Inside the book of Pain where it Burns Slow.