Black is the colour of my soul
Ragged and stinky down each bole.
Harbour and home to passions ferine
Archive of trecherous tales mine.
Within this outward garb of smile
Hid envy, hatred and instincts vile.
Played pristine man everywhere
And bore betrayal in every glare.
Fresh flesh muddled in fancies
That sucked the vessel dry like fleas.
And as flesh journeyed in rapture,
Frail soul frenzied in torture.
Now I bluff like an actor miscast:
Throbbing youth's arrogance wouldn't last.

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