You stay immersed.
Nothing time can't kill.
The lost irises of the demonic roofs,that won't hesitate to express the discomfort in our hearts.
Our corrupt hearts that won't let us love.
When the mind operates,there's the robot speaking .
You can never fail to explain the discomfort and unease.grins we surface per day.
Because every frame clicks and every bee hums to the lost rhythm of insanity.
Forsaken voices that creep up into the dark.that sultry show presented on board.
How we found comfort with women on poles and rum in our veins.
Straight men fu ck men under the bed.
Too displeased with the answer to comprehend the ingrown status of pain.
We need to feel.something.anything.
Anytime.
Can't survive on stealing kisses behind the parking lot.the worn out wages of the early men who fish out cheap beers near the school cafe .
Being able to feel is the greatest gift of them all.
Even the land with the talk went racist.
I'm only young.I want to taste the inner rebel.if you're bored now,
Let's talk about love baby.or better yet sex,cause I need to feel one day.
I've have yet to express it to her.our "friendship" has almost opened barriers for me.I am grateful.
So they say about the necessities of the unapologetic standards of women.
The accidental limits that reached between us.
The nights that filled us with the ugly music of redemption.
I played your role.you became my medicine.
I wrote a piece,you finished the song.I cried goodbye,you said you won't be long.
You never lasted long.
Ran back to bed with your hand in mine, expectations fell too soon.
A/n. How was it?
