Driving myself mad with believing that I am so easily pushed out of your way.
Infuriated with the past three years of being hooked in the mouth because I remember the satisfaction in your eyes.
Indignant for allowing to be reeled within your palms that have stayed just as sweaty, as unsympathetic, and as rough as i can remember;
just to be booted back into the water again.
Looking back, I was under the impression that you were merely a lost soul, a ship without a captain, and ultimately a lost cause.
**You still are.

Don't get my hopes up,
To let me fall.
Try to protect my feelings,
Like you care at all.

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I walk along the breasted path

The flesh filled dream the swarthy skin

I love the dance of innocence

The dark red eyes

The knife scarred face

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The neon stars above the beach

The gentle moans of lovers still

Call to me to be among

The *** soaked smell  of pumping hips

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To see again those drug glazed eyes !

To hear of dreams and fantacies

A day not at the factory

A night not at the prison wall

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Oh my love ! Now ! We meet !

Your perfect form    Your open mouth

An escape from living hell

Is your aura's holy spell

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A moment here between the time

Of rebirth's song and urgent death

Your heaving ******* your swarthy skin


The fleshly dream of innocence

The dark red eyes

The knife scarred face

The way you moan as you pump your hips