My Artwork Collection
Rain drops are falling…
There’s no where to go.
She said that she’d meet me…
But she did not show.
And I hope that she’s safe and I hope that it’s true…
When she says words just like ‘I’ ‘Love’ and ‘Youuu~’.
My love is falling and the world is too…
Knocked on her door, but her absence stayed true.
Walked in her home.
Can’t believe what I Saw..
So I buried her body and hid from the law…
Spices and herbs were made illegal; Society must be bland.
Working to feed my family: Trying to supply what they demand.
Clock in. . .
Shut out. . .
Day in and day out.
Murderous tone in my voice and I’m ready to shout.
Flavors of life won’t you come unto me. Season my resolve with euphoric ecstasy.
Avoid the chef: he will steal you away.
They’ll ask where you’ve gone, but to their dismay, I pray. . .
They don’t taste you baked in to the system.
A prisoner of rules or maybe a helpless…victim…
This weed..
Wish I could take you and bake you then plate you before I do the honors and taste you.
I hope you don’t mind when I grind from behind and grip hair like strong vines as I shine unto you.
Her tongue says it all when there is nothing left to be said.
Leaving her touch is always to much but alas life throws me into dread.
We sneak out the back and hide our love in the woods for none to find.
Fruit so delicious it’s never suspicious to catch me gnawing on her rind.
Such vulgar minds.
Her roots were thick and firm.
Her stem: slender and true.
With soil that rich and water plentiful:
None of them had a clue.
Wrinkled petals beckoned into the night; a discolored scream for help.
The wilt that clung to such daunting features was discouraging to say the least.
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