but the mechanisms of
disclosure are often
misleading you played the angel of
mercy and I the prince of
thieves there were few flies on me I was keen as a blade I pulled a stroke now and then coz I loved a spot of gravy when there was gravy to be had
from here to there wasn’t so far but from there to here I spent some agonising hours I bled out between your sheets what’s that the symbol of? a pattern of self denial? or some form fatalistic love? I was only seventeen and I could touch the sky but my hope and my despair walked together hand in glove
time has dried our eyes you moved on and so did I I’m a creature of habit my life is an open book you’ve read this one before with the turning of each page I gradually metamorphosed into the ebb and flow
now
I crack with the dawn to bark with
the crows it’s an angular song with no melody but it sounds my name and suits my clothes I’ve been on the high serenity since I busted the final taboo I’ve lived long enough now to perfect my
illusion you could call me a modern
man but I have standards to
uphold
they
say that we only see just what we
want to see well I’ve seen enough to know and know enough to hold my peace I opted for peace I didn’t like the
power dynamic that some people
wanted to cut from my cliché I’m a
rarefied species the once in a
blood red moon I’m the one who cheated life through the needle and the spoon
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