When my soul can never reap the seeds of my disbelief,
why should I let my heart beat to the rhythm of my feet?
My mind’s stuck in utter shock, like the hands of a clock,
as I clean the sewage that cluttered my eyes, making it hard to see the true prize.
I’ve always had something,
but it left me feeling nothing,
till I grabbed hold of the fun
to try and make my own sun
as if I were God, a being to be awed.
But I know I’m not.
I tried to make good of the rot,
to trick my mind, to force myself blind.
But I needed to see beyond those forbidden trees, and stop my dissent into unshakable cement.
Getting stuck in a grave all due to my insatiable crave, who knows where I’d be if I could never be free?
Maybe stuck between those legs, stuck in all her threads?
I was a fool to think differently, I got lost in her wondrous imagery, lost in the smoke of pleasure a feeling I did treasure.
A feeling of ecstasy that felt like pure fantasy, but that’s exactly what it was, an act worthy of applause.
An act I fell for, an act that’s left me sore.
I was simply a mistake trying to play a duet with a fake.
So here I am, writing this spam, using my vice as some form of ice to cure my pain and remove her chain.