5 minute poetry

[Funka Genocide]

you want this
its in your eyes
so whats your wish?
no need for lies

i'm all you need
all your darkest
deepest greeds
starcrossed

but you don't want
a poems song
the rages haunt
this path your on

so beat me down
and do your worst
I'll wear that gown
as we rehearsed

and live your life
in fantastic ways
while those in strife
count the days

until this masquerade
of pointless paper slips
until this trite tirade
of souls sold for tips

is washed away
as this lifes joy
until that day
I'm your rented boy