A feeling so sublime and you put your hand on mine,
And you look me in the eyes, so I'll take it as a sign,
So, uh, put away the wine and turn off the candle's light.
You could be the devil's wife but thankfully you're mine.
Let us just unwind, and you don't have to worry.
Yeah, let's make a movie written with the greatest story.
We, we're barely sober and I'm kissing on your shoulder
and although you're such a lady, me, I'm acting like a Dober...mannn
****, your kisses are on fire.
I can't help it but i wanna take you higher.
Higher than you're used to, I know angels fly high.
It turns me on to hear you moaning as i touch you, let out a sigh.
We rip our clothes off like kids on Christmas night,
Start ripping presents open hoping their wish list is right.
Now your body's getting hotter, it seems to match my lust.
I just can't hold it and no drug can match its rush.
So hush, I must, let my tongue slowly explore,
Every single inch of you as your body begs for more.
I know, I know that you're wetter than the ocean,
Your body is a typhoon, let's put it in to motion.
Grab my hands and take a hold,
Shh, don't say a word.
Feel me in your soul.
Let's drown out the world.
You're sweating all on me, I'm sliding deep in you.
The lady goes in hiding and the freak starts creeping through.
Doggy, missionary, honey, tell me, what you wanna?
I'll have you breathing heavy and sweating just like a sauna.
So we can do whatever, I'll love you true forever,
Just look me deep in the eyes as we *** together...

A poem written with lascivious thoughts,
Closer to the flame, what a ridiculous moth,
I'm driven by the lust, I felt so compelled
To close the distance between us,
I'm lost, can't you tell?
Are you a devil? Angel?
Neither heaven nor hell,
Could break this spell I'm in, I keep sinning, I love it, oh well.
Now its time to give in,
This night is a sin,
I lost control of my own body but this feels like a win.

..Music is my inspiration,
It fuels my drive, my goals, and it is my motivation,
My determination, enduring and undying,
I could say that I don't need it but I know that I'd be lying.
Make it without trying, its everywhere you go,
inside everything you see, it's in everyone you know.
And what a thing to hear, go tell everyone that's near, both enemies and peers, have no fear,
Here's a cheer, even if you don't drink, grab a beer,
hear ye, hear ye, come, thee and listen,
Music is my medicine, to spread it is my mission.
And if I do succeed and infect a single soul,
I hope that it's contagious and the virus starts to grow,
And soon everyone will know, whether young or really old,
That time might heal all wounds but music's therapeutical,
So bask in all its greatness, relax and just embrace it,
Music's all around us, it's surrounding and amazing.

Music's such a blessing, don't you all agree?
Music is my armor when the world's attacking me,

Without it, I'd be crazy, how'd I ever get so lucky?
Me and music go together like a bath and rubber duckies.

To provide you with some sort of deeper mental stimulation.
From the Master, Uniquely Specializing In Creation

The eternal deep thinker,
Vexed and perplexed, I'm a mess of quills and inkers,
Deeper than the belly of a beer-downing drinker, whatta stinker,
Deeper than the ocean,
Fishing deeper than the fisher,
Way deeper than a fishy or the hook, line, sinker.
Deeper than a creeper, keeping creeping on the DL,
Deeper than devil-infested levels, deep in the Hell,
Much deeper and way steeper than I've ever hoped to get,
Getting closer to my dreams and not a single one regret.

I used to share more writing with the public,
but now I've realized some of what I write is ugly.
And misinterpreted, I'd rather keep it to myself.
And do my best to stop this bigger urge to cry for help,
At the very least, I'll try, and even if I fail,
I vow to never cry, again, so that no one can tell,
What it is I feel inside, this void inside consuming,
Evil thoughts are brewing, I assume my life will soon end.
As I take these bitter pills,
As I consume this liquor,
I can't help but feel,
more glad as I get sicker..

They pull the strings behind the scenes, they think themselves queens and kings controlling everything.
And we're the poor pawns that fawn on and on and on, day to day, from dusk til dawn.
We need to stop the cycle. No, we HAVE to stop this cycle. Get off the bike, though, we might not like to, Because we're prisoners and though we're lacking actual shackles, our rights are *** backwards, and the rulers are money-hungry psychos.
We the people pay the price,
The price for living paid in pain and constant suffering,
Nothing's really what it Seems,
And no one Sees because We numb ourselves through drugs and Vicodins,
Pill-poppers, downers, uppers,
Blunt-puffers, paint huffers,
Wrist cutters, coke snuffers,
Methamphetamine intravenously-injecting stupid *******.
Drug smugglers, crack stuffers,
Mother struggles, baby suffers,
Speed lovers, glass crushers,
We numb it all so no one bothers.
but sitting comfy at the summit,
Watching the planet plummet,
Are the ones pulling the strings behind the show.
The ones without a soul.
The ones behind it all, yet few of us do know.
It's time we all wake up, stop confirming to the rules, it's time we cut these strings and put the people in control.