This dirty ink , so blended upon my skin
Painting faces to subject a story that I don’t have to
………”what is the need”?
I guess you missed it, again
So bored of the same ol’ flick of tongue
—-envied as much
; secrets sought upon this approach you’re dared to be, (take)
—-i really don’t need to know anything more about this, facade—masking to masquerade ; double dutching
This grime of quiet as kept ,
Laughing through the stalks in dumb–so profound , it’s profanity
—wasting as a way to rest, the guilt
That washed upon the faces that seek to gain from the approach,
“a mind is as terrible to waste as the soul of a lost woman” awww.
—-Mitchell, Tierra ae