Bleeding Scarlet Begonias 1.12.

1.12.

North of
the Nile
I was bound
by gold
My story
was stolen
then it was
sold
Written as
a reality
read it
remained a
mystery
Mistreated
and beaten
all for a
penny

I fled to
the West
To join a
traveling
burlesque
I danced
I swayed
With a flick
of the hips
I’m learning
new tricks
As a gypsy
apprentice

Out in
the East
my body
becomes your
mythology
In water
so holy
my spirit
was poured
Theses are the
stories
Of the souls
of old oceans

South on Grey
highways
I’ve been
hitchhiking
for days
I’m running away
I’ve spent too
much time in
the waste of
the chase

Embers
Ashes
Lightning and rage
I’m a
Fast flash
that got
away


So try to
catch me
you will
become
more lost

I’m the
graveyard
master
The original
boss

I designed
this game
Burnt it
all down
Then took
all the
lost

Into the
infinite
divine
The gentle
sublime
Listen to my
rhymes
I’m giving you
the my
blessing
of time