i saw the moon dressed in a black dress, waiting patiently she calls...
tattooed on her chest the pains, i express spraying paint on brick walls..
i am truly sorry for seeking closure selfishly, laying my burdens on you...
concrete shes troubled, mountains they crumble, ink in skin bleed through...
wore a wedding band in mourning with rats smoking blunts like gentleman...
dazzled by the scent of feminine, i fell in love before and we will again...
ink pours soul in offering, waiting for gardens to pierce the city blocks...
changing moods dissonance in the midst i wait and twist these dirty locks...
and if hues could speak loud, listen, hear the tunes of love and pain...

-paint drips to the floor-