Blood Omen
A tonic; concocted of blood,
and soul. Mixed with the
impurities of a subjugated
reality.
A conjured fantasy,
A tonic created to forget
systematically the failures
life renders unfairly,
and illogically.
Pens piercing ear drums
for the fun of it, puncturing
tongues to awaken pleasures
place. Minds mixed in a
convoluted mass, mistaking
convenience for destiny.
Drank from the tonic we’ve
concocted. It remedied my
habit for normalcy, but a racy,
touchy female berated me.
I have now become an epicene
orator confined to paper, after
indulging myself in the tastes
of the tonic I’m concocting.
In the imbalance of passion,
you’ll find a lust for flesh.
and soul. Mixed with the
impurities of a subjugated
reality.
A conjured fantasy,
A tonic created to forget
systematically the failures
life renders unfairly,
and illogically.
Pens piercing ear drums
for the fun of it, puncturing
tongues to awaken pleasures
place. Minds mixed in a
convoluted mass, mistaking
convenience for destiny.
Drank from the tonic we’ve
concocted. It remedied my
habit for normalcy, but a racy,
touchy female berated me.
I have now become an epicene
orator confined to paper, after
indulging myself in the tastes
of the tonic I’m concocting.
In the imbalance of passion,
you’ll find a lust for flesh.
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