Despair - black midi

Ignored as a crimson left on your toothbrush

I will wait

Abhorred by your kin in the name of a father

I will blame

Valentine

Curse your ways

When will we begin to incessantly fold

Inexorably?

When will our scalps run out of colour reserves

Or any at all?

We must strike while the proverbial

Iron is hot

Though man can’t by force revoke his destined course

He can curse at the madness of

Valentine, the condemner and sadist of old

Cursing all to a lifetime of miserably clutching at miserable straw

Valentine

Curse your way

I need an explanation

A reason for my curse

The magnets have their North Pole

And I only this thirst