i guess i do like the pain
cause i laugh after its done
how crazy it was
that my mum actually bit me
no like true story my mum bit me

you might think she is abusive
but i like her character art is impressive
she turns totally off reason
keeps her senses imprisoned

i tried to explain
but the rage rain rained upon me
all she wanted was to stroke me
i swear i lose my mum in that moment
cause i try look in her eyes and she nowhere near

she strokes me and unknowingly i hold her shambok in my hand
i stare at her to understand
but all it does it highs her temper
now she is pulling her shambok a little stronger
i try to talk but she is trying to pull
she cant listen
and she plays victim

the struggle continues
i watch her anger elevate and it fascinates me, weirdly
so i resist a little more
she starts pulling me to the kitchen
now the scene has more attention

pulling out drawers
trying to put hand on anything pain inflicting
and still i am resisting

made it to the door and out
her voice a bit loud
realising that whatever i try will not demotivate her
so i gave up and let her, as usual
let her stroke me to her satisfaction
and goes on and on
about me being stubborn because i am older
how i think i am stronger cause i am a man
man, whats wrong with mum

she strokes me with her shambok still
as i stood still
amused by her accusations
but am patient and let her

after she done she is angry still but satisfied though
now her eyes glow
she tries to conceal it by playing anger
i smile
it took me a while to understand, while
she was in her act
i had travelled mindlessly in my mind
thinking how a silly situation
of her calling me and me not responding
had become a series of chaos

little packages do become dynamites
this is what bothers me though
i do have a thrill everytime we have a misunderstanding
i dont understand this
i guess i am just my mother's child

i couldnt kiss her
her lips have not known sin yet
her eyes spell innocence
young and unspoiled
but her diagram
stills the very thoughts in me
i stare at her with lust boiling in me
as i debate within
whether i should
if i dont someone else will
............. i will

Failure builds anger
And anger clouds judgement
Now the light is dim
Reason becomes slim
And you hate ....

how strong you are
to wear such beauty with such a scar
drew your childhood picture in cries and screams
but it was you who sort out the colour in it
i adore you
i love you.......

I see you,
I see you and me,
I see,
I see what we could be
But I do see you don’t like me

I feel,
I feel a bit neglected,
I really do feel broken,
It is you who lead me on, kept me going

Now am mad I do not want to understand,
I am mad you don’t see this good looking man,
Mad, you with that guy I saw you with last weekend,
So mad I have plotted revenge..

I want to call at the peek of the night just to disturb your sleep,
Make fun of you in public till your eyes waters drip
Slip something in your drink get you wasted and let you embarrass yourself
While I giggle in some corner somewhere

I want to spit on you
Poison you
Watch you die, while I relate to you,
How things could have been,
Till your last breath…..

But I couldn’t even if I wanted to
I lose myself at the sight of you,
And when you smile,
I love you again
Tolerate the pain

Guess I am content,
With me loving you,
At least I get to………..