Kevin Patrick II Biography

This poem, is not a poem
But an SOS for you; the lonely and the lost
On the island of misfit toys
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The rain
Cries in the dark
of a bible black sky
As a chill stirs, sweeping, autumns
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So sweet, so polite your pure sugar and cyanide
a capsule marked compassion your cruelties certified
Your smile, your poise is just a manicured vice
A cosmetic act to hide your venomous disguise
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I only feel beutiful
When I'm covered in the dark
And no light can ever pierce
The serenity of my scars
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This is the end
And I don't no where it began
Somewhere down the line, it unraveled in a mess
now the stories been lost under
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