No Residual - 137

I do my deeds with no residual

Pray my sins don’t become visible

Wipe my tears with glee

There’s a price to keep runes seminal

Like spotting death 'thin each cubicle

Creation groans with me

Spend each hour

Using truth as power

But the ruth’s enough

To make most men cower

I give my sweat

For sake of my craft

Even whilst I’m drowning

In need of a raft

I do my deeds with no residual

Pray my sins don’t become visible

Wipe my tears with glee

Femme fatales and Sirens everywhere

Woe 'thin curly locks and derrière

Strife in belly of beauty

I go, I go

I go my own way

I row, I row

Right into the fray

And when the Reaper comes to get me

I will just say

«When I fade to sea

I pray my quay will still stay»

I see time’s invaluable

The pendulum inviolable

You say my fate is malleable

It’s playing poker with a bull

Fateful tick

Of the clock on wall

So you can understand

Why I won’t rest till pall

Store my brine in thousand beakers

Pulchritude is for blood seekers

I see a lot of people avoiding my gaze

Hard to tell whether animus

Or whether daze

I’m a tough ship

With a hard hull

Built to weather stormy days

And the summer’s drying rays

Graphite’s used to quell my pain

Look at blood on lion’s mane

There’s a price for royalty

I’ve hung for wisdom 'pon the tree

Seen a lot of places that are dubious

Written many things that are luminous

Oftentimes the places that you go within yourself

Are the scariest

Wake up in the morning, feel nefarious

I make a lot of honey in my hive of veracity

Even though I’ve found the truth can sting

Like a bumblebee

Obeying ring of creativity

And checking doors for opportunity

And even midst the bleak reality

I keep my sanity

Indentured to my craft

And not a slave to mundanity

Oh the calamity

See all the vanity

Another new age worship to the god of materiality

I do my deeds with no residual

Pray my sins don’t become visible

Wipe my tears with glee