Despair

Ignored as a crimson lip from your toothbrush I will wait Abhorred by your kin in the name of a foreigner I will blame Valentine Curse your ways When will we begin to incessantly fall, inexorably? When will our scalps run out of colour reserves Or any at all? We must strike while the fevered ill Iron is hot, though man can't by force Revoke his destined course, it incurs into madness Oh, Valentine, welcoming the sadist of old Cursing all to a lifetime of miserably clutching of miserable straws Valentine Curse your way I need an explanation A reason for my curse The magnets have their North Pole And I will need this worst