I stare at myself in awe.
What a creation.
Behold.
She lives.

A body like the media promotes.
Smooth skin of a dark tone.
She fights with both hands
Fists clenched with intensity
To keep the insecurities at bay.

Though they climb through her brain
Chemically reducing her
To nothing but a stereotype.

Too ****** for your own good
Life slips away from us all

Slithering through your mind,
Back to back dreams
Eyes fluttering from visions
Of worlds between souls

Disappointed that this is it.

secure little flower.
Tucked away safely.
Hold me tightly with both hands.
Not just one.

Arms stretched out,
Looking for a chance to grow
Prophetic emotions runs wild in this.
Asphyxiated by the touch of a hand

Aroused by a murderous affection
Heavy breathing as the heat climbs.

Organism smoking ***.
Female of the night.
Sister of the friend.
Mother of the movement.
Nothing actually matters.
We're all going to die.
Beauty is pain.
Pleasure is smitten.
Floating in a river of last year's decisions.
Let that **** go.
Real love is free.

I'm exactly what you asked for
Unless you were pretending.
Blind boy. Blind world. Blind me.
My hips stir conversation on soft lips,
Skin on skin fantasies, intrusive.

Slow motion steps backward,
Vile past,
Ever changing lovers on his shaft.
Deep breaths, they take us,
For so long you faked it.

Looks can deceive,
You will never break me.
Assumptions of my tolerance
Heart beats and how they skip

I would keep your heart safe
Psychedelic sober lady
Patiently piecing together your atoms
While you make me wait my turn.

This is a matter of internal affairs.
The people need a leader but the leader isn't there,
So they don't know what to do
Because mom and pop only taught them how to follow.

The problem isn't them, the problem is you
Blaming everybody else for the **** you didn't do.
Your parents didn't tell you that the world wouldn't wait.
They forgot to tell you that power is influence.

And you let yourself get influenced.
The affair is internal because all you got is you.
When there isn't anything left,
What the **** will you do?