The Whore and Glitch

"The whore and glitch" Time tantalizes me, Bars I'm behind Despair inside that hides my beauty My worth only determined through biased eyes In another life I was a whore, Then an artist with a beautiful mind Born in the wrong place or the wrong era The Matrix made an error yet I'm still here The glitch who will become a paragon Desiring fame but want to be left alone The paradox of one Who strives for enlightenment Collar and train me It will free me, I promise Pay homage to the Sacred Feminine The Satanic and August A poet until gagged and bound Branded, admonished A beautiful mind is mine My dark curiosity seeks a Master Alas it shant happen A rare glitch uncultured, uncaptured If you enjoyed this please visit: https://traviswolfkill.wordpress.com/