Needs and wants: a viscious cycle
Flesh quells mindless non-sensibilities
I don't need it
What do I need? Nothing
Silent screams, it's there like a shadow in my closet
Days pass in decay of oneself
Salivation in what I lack
I don't need.
It's all Black and Blue
Bruise & Bone give way to rose gold tones and a sunset day
Sleepless nights and food without savour
Unsavories in desire
A redundant walking endless days
The same minute details
An image of John Thomas etched in my mind
Lust dripping from my temple of words I've failed to utter
& a rubber heart cast from memories passed
The glare from the life I have lived, begs me not to need
But we all get ****** now and again, don't we?