ElSicario Poetry Thread

Blood Clot

Half a decade ago, a giant wound gashed

Like an African lion's scratch

Not a wound of pain, but of pleasure and lust

Every day, the precious seed of life became a bust

Serotonin, dopamine

Opening the wound is addicting like methamphetamine

Watching acts of copulation live

Stabbed my brain like knives

Only fuels by sexual drive

But I can't even look at a girl right in the eyes

Tears rolling down like streams

Dreams will no longer be dreams

I must square up and fight

For my purpose of this life

Spend my time doing what I love

Spend my life with my dove

One day, I must shoot my shot

To start, I must make this wound clot
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III - XIII - MMXX

Today, life was precious in its essence

Never got to appreciate everyone’s presence

Should’ve treated this vitality like a pearl

Had so much potential to show the world

Tomorrow will be the world’s true mortality

And goodbye to old friends and normality

Never knew it would be for a while

That I won’t give any hugs or see any smiles

Me, myself, and I confined, reminds me of jail

Stuck with my thoughts, with no option to bail

Every night, I better not turn insane

Turning weak, my mental state I must retain

Declare me free, I must continue my reign.​