Steals your heart away
In a shot
And burns
In the smoke of his soul
The wind in his hair
Fire off his eyelashes.
Death upon his lips,
Is another lifetime
of his time life,
Smuggled.
In white
darkened bright
waving evil
and cheers forgiveness
In his eyes the sun
the whole and the none
the truth burns
and the longing moon,
Howls.
He sells booze
golden bottles of blues
whenever he blinks.
His every shot,
is a serial killer
for love, a gypsy beggar
and a vagabond fortune teller
The more of him,
the lesser
riding the wild horses of angst
and breeding in his heart
of the pain pigeons,
a flight
Hiding in his outburst
Like a Saraswati's flood
lifting his hand to slap
and lay them on his fate lap
you think you see him
but you don't
he hides in your eyes
and rises when you blink
takes your breath away
and leaves you
out of his life breath
His boats of lust
Flow in your blood
All hail the saint
Of the dreams river
the heart assassin
keeps you hanging
upside down your sins
asking for mercy
or repent
to your ever after you're sent
eternal ease for you he meant!
All hail the saint
The lord of his own destiny
spilled in his eyes
but the tears of a lover,
the truth dangling upon his heart
in a personal locket
shooting alphabetical bullets
off his mind trigger
and through the snipping specs
some love ammunition
rhyming his darkness couplets
setting the life of you ablaze,
the blinded death poet,
is but a gaze bootlegger.
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