Yes, she walks up and hands you a drink.
Every dumb word you speak would part her lips,
Reality has failed, life is cinematic
Tonight, you're coated in sunshine and ceremonial magic.
Say we leave this wreckage, let's raise the bar
Just around the corner, my place ain't that far
You touched her breast and she feigns a smile,
Then grabbed your junk, you didn't know why.
You splited her thighs and smelt purification and roaches
Say' I will brisk in and out before the bacteria would notice.
She agrees that condoms halt the heat and would restricts your glide,
Everyone will see an Angel when it's time to die.
You want one more - No pity, No pretence,
For every thought, she comes into existence.
On that Night, you were a Prophet
And forever, these tales would be told in the likeness of a Prophecy.
But as of today, there is blood in your ***.