Discography of Verse

Garden, My Prince Charming

Pierce her spirit, not her body
For she is the existence, she is the mother of an earth, holding the roses in place
Her mind is never still
You think because her petals have opened for you, because her colors laugh at your jokes
She has now become your vessel, your garden.
Pulling at the roots, unfolding her waters, as she reaches a cataclysmic climax
She is empty once you only see her body, it is the shell she wears, the shell you tear.
Swiftly her petals bleed into your mind, she takes control of your essence, invades your nose with smells too poisonous to name
You explore her succulent petals, scratching at the colors
Biting the leaves, grasping onto her loneliness,
Hypnotized by her elongated stem, it's curves make you forget the rest of her garden.
Crucifying her, picking at her leaves, you think you own her, your music a siren for her swaying hips

But have you elicited her eyes, have you danced with her mind?
Your world starts and stops when her petals fall
Her world doesn't stop, a revolving grass door, awaiting her next customer
Sun lit petals cry out for your lustful passion, she wishes to be plucked
Petal turning to a withering speck of dust
Her promiscuous flower is defiled, but her mind is still alive, searching for a Prince
A prince Charming to pick at her.
A Prince Charming to carry her over oceans, place her in his heart
Water her everyday and watch her grow
She is waiting for her Gardner to watch over her flowers.