Ink

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Ink


Also known as TheInkwell, de[a][p]th, inKrypt, Kryptic, c2m.
On and off active from 2005 to the present time.
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[Ink]

TOPIC: You walk into a bar and sit down. You order a drink and begin looking around the bar. After awhile you begin to notice something about the bar was wrong. Explain.

Clean, crisp, suit – a little scruff gives a man character
Bartender’s eyes on me, two finger raise brings her over
A slight smirk, wandering eyes to show I know she’s got it
Go ahead and flaunt it like a museum my eyes attended
“I’ll have a Gimlet, real lime juice… Gin, not vodka babe”
She winks and slinks away, her ass sashaying a wave
I may have made her night, but to me it’s another day
I just might take her away, an answer to what she prayed
Heh…
I see a slight shadow in the corner of my eye… ris
A slender bare wrist that froze my heart like an ice… pick
Me an’ her? We locked sights, I ain’t no locksmith
Toothpick slipped from my lips and hit the floor like a dance mix
Clear the throat and recollect myself… this is all me
Something says she’ll see through me with vision that’s omni
But never mind that, I smile and ask her what she’ll have
“Cosmopolitan,” confident and no games, I’m feelin that
Almond eyes, slightly tanned, bangs like a veil gracing her face
Perky lips like a sheath, pointed to accommodate a blade
That’s her tongue, yeah she stings, I can tell from her display
Low cut dress stops at her thighs with the edges slightly frayed
Damn…
The dim lighting wraps her body like a sheet of gold
I’m looking for the creases usually across the centerfolds
Bartender brings my drink and her Cosmopolitan too
I’m casting out my pheromones, tangled in her perfume
I close the distance by some inches, eyeing the menu prices
“Can you help me out? Girl, something’s wrong with that list
It’s been bothering me ever since you walked through the door
I see a lot of numbers up there, but… I don’t see yours”

[Ink]

Tomorrows Hell is Acceptable Today

Our kids will ask us... how we knew this was going on and let it happen.
This is a true story... imagine this reality... because it is reality.

The alarm clock crunches, same tune everyday
I awake to flea infested quarters... diseased decay
Torn sails for clothing, hardly harbor us from this winter
Oars in one motion, waves of slaves, ebb before inspectors
Off to work before the sun's shift, grunts wager keepsakes
"How many crunches?..." will this newborn's spine make
Under a man's weight, the alarm clock we're accustomed to...
Rhythmic, the crackle feels comfortable
They sat us down in rows, so today was special alright...
Traitors in our midst... brought to justice below the sky

I think back to yesterday when my mother left for the fields
She prepared cabbage soup for later, but I ate both our meals
She was passed-the-eye furious, a storm of fists rained down
Went back to work starving, collapsed, attracted a crowd
And now she's dragged out, before us all to pay the price
Unworthy of forgiveness in our Dear Leader's eyes
I'm not sorry... she's just competition for food
And if she's gone, I can go the days twice as full
And regardless... she must be held accountable
For conspiring against the camp, the gravest crime possible
Trust is for those that don't exist, to survive this life we snitch
And so I did, and she knows that I'm the one to benefit

Her eyelashes coated with dried tears and dirt
Look like petals unearthed from beneath a fire, mostly burnt
It could've been anyone today, him or her at any hour
It's the scientific act of plucking the pride off of flowers
I love her not, the feelings got, a sense of normalcy to it
The show begins, her screams punctuate the end of whips
Blood drips and then it sprints, soon as her tears get intermixed
She screams out that I'm a bitch, she'd see me with a toothy grin
If her eyes weren't swollen shut, I did it all for rat skin
They drag her naked to the noose, it's no secret what they'll do
As we sing out curses cause the guards find it commendable
The pole creaks under her weight, wind gives some semblace of life
Blowing her corpse in a soothing sway, it'll help me sleep at night

I'm the product of Camp Fourteen, I was born in this place
Flesh singed by Hade's face, with no concept of escape
There is no world beyond these fences, this is how it should be
My life is comfortable, well... relatively

In North Korea

[Ink]

A Healthy Perversion

Simply put, you are the best - flaunting your yellow flesh
Your age reflects what I desire most and I'm so refreshed
With hair a vibrant evergreen, I watch the laurel wreath caress
The gentle dips below your neck, the way raindrops would collect
So don't be mean, let me run my thumbs along your hills and valleys
With my eyes shut tightly, as your braille purrs a silent poetry
I know it's me, it's gotta be, the one to taste your secrecy
The cells in you will pop with juice as you become a part of me
I know just how you want it and I'm an expert with the weaponry
Blade cuts enough to see the pink, but not enough to make you bleed
Moistened with each inflicted wound, the scent is pungent, sets the mood
The rightful owner, my hands caging you the way you want me to
Ripping the layers off your fruit, a rind that salesmen bosses shun
I part you at the set of creases that always leaves you undone
Won't last more than a minute as my mouth fulfills it's purpose
Smacking my lips at the bittersweet, vitamin rich essence



My grapefruit.