Wool Man Poet Lyric

Fraudlent Dots

frraudulent dots
marking
bloody
spots

on
my
mind
chasers
of
my
thoughts

representing
my
dots

leave
me
an
space
my
love
is blood dripping
into an clot

your vulturous cries
demons
in
disguise

you could never be unclung
clinging to me
seduction
of
my seams

we stitched the foam to seas
my love starts ripped
from
stars
breathes

fraudulent dots
try and mock
stolen styles
stolen
glances
free rolling advances

moss gathers in your teeth
your frodulent dots
pile from underneath

making me to be
an
teach'er
of
word art marauders

sculpting
am
i
as they cry harder

pretending to have
mental knots
they space
out
an
become
fraudulent dots
?











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Wool Man January 18, 2018 at 10:48 AM uhm ... are ... these ... the dots ... are they yours ... these are ... this has always been my writing style ... pretty sad when others feel the need to connect with dots under the assumption they aren't me ... that's crazy who would want to be you ... who are you ... your the one with the fingers ... don't tempt me son ... these fingers were made for love ... but this mind has been force fed hate ... now who chokes next ... what day is this ... that if i say die ... death is mine ... die ...