Crystal Wrists

I can’t see the light
I’m thrown in disgust
They speak of feats
The housed forever
A howling wind
Changed my course
It blew me out
Of bounds so sore
All the walls
All the walls that bound me
Descending bleak and put upon

I chew my cheeks
To wake up from
The vase grows bigger
To my eyes
These eyes that snigger
And despise
A wall grows taller up to doom

Shoes in my room
Thrown in disgust
At how I fall
To my worst
Of course you say
You don’t understand
Your words your fiction
Your crooked hands

Clearly now
I tell you man
That all I say
Is all I can
For I am nothing
But my sin
Until I learn
To caste them in

While young girls’ fangs
And crystal wrists
Wait patiently
For me to twist
I look away
To distant rains
To water falls
And honey days
And boys in black
And blue rinse eyes
Gaze whistly at my slender thighs

I twist a shade to my right
And spit at Beelzebub on sight
And go on loving all I see
For here I live on patiently
Clearly now I tell you man
That all I say is all I can
For I am nothing but my sin
Until I learn to caste them in

I twist a shade to my right
And spit at Beelzebub on sight
And go on loving all I see
For here I live on patiently
Clearly now I tell you man
That all I say is all I can
For I am nothing but my sin
Until I learn, learn, learn, learn…

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