Ballads By Valid- Part #3
Lust for Pain
Tremors touch my brain.
Colder than December’s slush and rain.
The severity sucks out all that’s sane.
Use a crutch throughout all that’s pained.
Spit up blood that leave the drain.
Please poetry relieve the reign
Of rampant royalty that is destroying the
Emotional embroidery.
Make memories with the music,
Make enemies when it’s only therapeutic.
Commemorate all who dare to do it.
Haters have always been there through it.
The wonder of you
Digs me six feet under the dew.
Should I trust or be insane
With this lust for pain?
-Valid
