Black Cream

It's the fear in me, deceiving breathe

out of reach, repeating bleak 

defeating dreams with sickle tease and rippled fiends wit' they pillow deeds

The not so subtle pings on my radar bling

My vision blackening, taste of green but I'm unraveling

past the heed and it's faster beings, am I master king with a trap to speak

as that b*****d leads with a latch that leaks

I crack and bleed my lips black with cream

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Robert Trakofler]

My fear is usually more of a coconut cream:/ I love how much you love words you really are two shakes away from being a lyricist but your lyrics would have to be for Andy Warhol and the velvet underground