I faced death once.
He swung.
I dodged.
Death has a face of beauty.

Alluring
and Sensual.
I faced death once.
Death is beautiful.

No control.
Lust at the maximum.
I faced death one
Death is beautiful.

I died once.
Death cradled me in its arm.
And kissed me back to life.
Death is terribly, and horribly beautiful.

It wasn't my time.
It's not my line.
My heart only beats to meet death again.

Simply,

Death is beautiful.

I twisted his face into gold.
And his tongue into perfection.
In my mind.
I molded Adonis.
better than adonis.
He spoke directly.
Never sugar coated.
****** me once, and yet seven different ways.

And now I realize.
Through my disillusioned eyes.
It is not his fault.
I created the lies.

I am the product of a broken ******.
I am the continuation of a broken relationship.
I am the mangled truth.

Please don’t love me,

because much like my existence.

It will be a mistake.

I feel myself stressed and pressed.
Underneath the pressure.
Life is my iron.

It burns.
It’s hot.
It’s a constant movement.

But it’s there,
To straighten me out.
To make me look good.

at least in public.

Show me what you are.
Show me what you mean.
Do you love me?
Or do you love what lies in between?
Is it my mind or my thighs.
Is it lust or the prize.

Spit facts like venom.
Show me what it is you crave.
Love me, don’t leave me.
Or my heart will never meet the grave.
Be my angel in the apocalypse.
Be the calm waters for my ship.

Don’t deprive me of you.
Don’t say I don’t love you.
I’ll never put anyone above you.
Forever I shall trust you.
But please don’t love to ****.
Please love me, say you will.

Where is the perfection?
In a world full of incorrect corrections.

Where is the selection?
In a world with too many plastic injections.

Why use your *******?
In a world that hates protection.

One day the world loves you.
The next day it hates you.
It molds you, and controls you.
It physically shapes you.
It beats you down.
It grates you.
Strips you of all you had.
Strips you of anger, happiness, just leaves you sad.
But is it all that bad?
It teaches us to lust.
It teaches us to trust.
It teaches us to love.
It reveals our souls.
It let’s us go, and let’s us know.
We’re living to die.