He exchanges women for the pain
That remains
Lodged in his brain
From trying to maintain
An image of a person that he never was
So because
This image eludes him
He chooses to confuse them
With promises of more than he intends to provide
Doesn't let them know straight up and they don't seem to recognize
That their sole purpose in his life is to cause the pain to subside
And he hides
His cries for freedom between their meaty thighs
And tries
To lick, and pump, kiss and bump, touch and ****** so much
That he gains their trust
While they lose their souls
Because he can't free his own
Their screams and moans
Are the only home in which he can feel great
So he makes
as many of them
Reach that place
Where all they can speak is his name
Because maybe if he hears it enough he will figure out who he is.....
Jun 1, 2015
Jun 1, 2015 at 11:13 AM UTC
He exchanges women for the pain
That remains
Lodged in his brain
From trying to maintain
An image of a person that he never was
So because
This image eludes him
He chooses to confuse them
With promises of more than he intends to provide
Doesn't let them know straight up and they don't seem to recognize
That their sole purpose in his life is to cause the pain to subside
And he hides
His cries for freedom between their meaty thighs
And tries
To lick, and pump, kiss and bump, touch and ****** so much
That he gains their trust
While they lose their souls
Because he can't free his own
Their screams and moans
Are the only home in which he can feel great
So he makes
as many of them
Reach that place
Where all they can speak is his name
Because maybe if he hears it enough he will figure out who he is.....
- Tamika Murphy
