Graffiti Tounge

Graffiti Tounge by: The Cycle

Colored lips bleed down my chin
Bare my shaking crutch with a scream
Until my taste buds ache and explode
Tangled edgy outlet
Wrote its voices on the walls
Hissing its forked macabre ink
Across these bent locker halls
I’ve never spoke of you dear
But my graffiti tongue
Had so much to say
Numb and tasteless
Felt every pierce every ring
Each lit match dropped
On cigarettes smoking my teeth
Lick the end of a dripping fang
Marking the sweeter side now
I wanted to forgive you Darling
But I just never knew how
Red ants crawled and brushed
Their spray cans inside my throat
I crawl in the dark and live for you
Watching the sky rain blood
I kiss the paper and speak
Soft stepping predator you should burn
Writhing in the pulsing flames
Pinned with the Devil raping you
Until forever reaches a dead end
With a sadist grin I’ll giggle
I hope you’re dying too
Hair covers my face
Sleeves hide my inflicted scars
I shook with every bass beat
Eyes lifted underneath my hood
Silent in my deep abyssal rage
My skin language whispers
“Clench your fist and swing
Swing till lips split and noses bleed”
They’ll never break me, never know me and
Always wonder why did I cry under my skin
Crooked shapes broke at my feet
Veins popped and spilled on white
Latching on I filled the aluminum can
I guess you bitches must be blind
To the cursive carved into the tablets
Pretty black rainbow design
Blooming upon each stucco canvass
Icing cooled and fogged the mirrors
Drawing each delicate rose thorn
Ragged jugulars and a quenched mouth
I’ll watch you fall in my still prints
You’ll weep with the memories of my
Graffiti tongue gritting in vengeance