i let it all wash away everything lives in the gray my body is mine but my time is yours you can kiss my body while on all fours sorry to make you think i would sorry i didn't think i could get inside you, underneath your skin confined in the priest all my fresh sins did not even need any liquor did not even need the devil
I have five fingers Raised in my defence You accept my surrender We shake, without offence Till, I point with my index Raise my thumb for a gun Curl three fingers back Tucked into my palm “Bang! …Bang! You shot me A simple twist of my wrist You aim it back at me A hand gun for a fist
There is no defence when standing in judgment of others
i was guilty of nothing when i learnt everything now i am guilty of anything you teach me a victim if you tell me they hurt me a liar if you tell me i deceived i was guilty of nothing until you gave me something to hate myself with guilty until proven innocent when innocence is suspended disbelief
don't blame me, it's not my fault. you're afraid of the decisions you have to make. you're obsessed with what isn't yours to take. you're tired of the confidence you have to fake. you're ashamed of the way that you break. stand in your place, and don't blame.
and the coward points their rot finger at someone else, hoping that this will make them braver. but blaming doesn't purify, it keeps rotting them from inside
Let's face it its more ******* warfare culturally they are used to faking it as thimbles and chipolatas in ninety seconds do not reach first base much less seeing stars on cloud nine hence they woke and fake the reality they chose be it feel or fright in woke solidarity against frustrations they cloned their made-up foe what better than sturdy shining Mandingo loaded and ******* there for the having to your heart's content presented to you the untamed beast the wild moor tooled hot and ready raw animalistic unfettered passion rock hard we can name him Rocky that goer that delivers every time the one that is all your men aren't and can never be cause he's gifted sleek like dolphin in rhythmic glide tasty like fresh clean mushroom Arabian stallion if ever there's one with absolute pedigree and class take a break from the mediocre from the wham bangs no can dos from the floppy quick-draws saps imagine the dark horse with the most in smooth soft pink leathery velvet tis your secret your guilty pleasure tis the obsession you made into a war the fantasy that plays in your heads tis behind fervours that haunts you that you so well disguise in hatred telling metaphors slip out Freud hold him down, grind him hard wear him out, let's wreck him so the sado masochistic 'punishing him' give him a hard time, it all says a lot you twist innocent sentences into ****** innuendos and innocent actions are falsely given ****** meanings as morn noon and night you toil you troll and agitate for attention yes you twist turn bite and nibble in Freudian throes you talk love you glaze unrequited love relentlessly you close your eyes and dream sweet pain yeah! get real, its no psyche warfare its a flutters obsession, it's the classic ' "The lady doth protest too much, methinks." its how you float your boats and and get yer thrills you better face it you're all addicted It's an ******* War-fare and you all know so.....