What complaints, could I justify
Amongst those unable?
How could I present
Nights of solitude,
And long for love, before those
That cannot afford my wh*res?
Who of handsome features,
Strong limbs, and faculties intact
Could seek restitution
From our Maker?
Before the presence of love
Still feeling incomplete,
But unlike these wretches
I have my h*rlots.
Each night alone
Never by myself
The thirst somewhat satisfied
By muddy waters.
Whosoever should not see tears
Other than their own
Knows not the vile respite
Of dying guilt.
From this day forth
I shall embrace my solitude
For I have strength,
Poetry, beauty,
And these same wh*res
Who show me some purity.
By Haemophiliac
Finished 26/03/09
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