Lust is a Red Pen
Lust is a red pen
Used to leave marks, to produce their
Own idea of corrections, the ink
Stains our skin, and only after
Multiple rubs, does it even begin
To fade away. The red is bright,
Alluring. The color stands out
Amongst the others. Though we try to ignore its
Markings, we are lured in, and we give in. We change
According to what the red ink, and its
Marks tell us. No matter how much change
We’ve made because of them, they will casually move onto
their next subject. Sometimes,
We only realize this reality, once
It’s gone. Then, the vicious
Cycle beings over, and over again.
Used to leave marks, to produce their
Own idea of corrections, the ink
Stains our skin, and only after
Multiple rubs, does it even begin
To fade away. The red is bright,
Alluring. The color stands out
Amongst the others. Though we try to ignore its
Markings, we are lured in, and we give in. We change
According to what the red ink, and its
Marks tell us. No matter how much change
We’ve made because of them, they will casually move onto
their next subject. Sometimes,
We only realize this reality, once
It’s gone. Then, the vicious
Cycle beings over, and over again.