Graffiti: A cynical bliss

Exile:
Over a Judas world,
    I hate to be a human
    Love to hate being a true
    And deserved
    the clamor of cannibal.

Unlawful Me
    I've no wild faith
    No recourse to law
    Not even a sympathy for
    Your world opaque beauty.

I'm a dreamer
    Under the eclipsed sun;
    Wreckin' dream. a nightmare
    An awful look
    Of hurting' eyes
    In a funeral crowd

A Lover I'm, so called
    With a derelict heart and
    Lust for blood

Famished with the hope:
    A friendly requiem -
    Unchained my melody and set
    A drift over my October bliss

Still I'm alive, breathing fantasy
    Buildin' an ode, untrue
    Playing fictitious harp:
    Tear stained verse
    Hope for a new flame, burnin'
    Naked feelin'.

Me and I -
    Vivid graffiti of
    Time, obscured
    By burial sanity -
    A friendly satire
    Subdued..........lately.

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