If women have to suffer to be beautiful
Then why aren't I a goddess?

Death was never the answer,
They constantly reminded her.
She had to be tougher,
And rougher,
Or she’ll suffer.

She doesn't know what's good for her
A slave to her emotions
She hides away in mental torcher
Free from all devotion
She flirts and giggles
But i can see
That my love is in pain
I will guide her with my poetry
I would not have loved in vain

watch me take a breath,
breathe in clouds of smoke that eradicate my lungs
watch the smile creep across my face , go on
watch the powder stick to my nose
watch... go on...
watch my body slip away from my mind,
watch
watch my heart fail and stutter
watch tar build roads through my artieres
watch...
watch the dope crawl through my brain..
watch me sing
watch me dance
watch me die, my mind writhing in pain..
so long as you savour the experience
so long as im worth your time
so go on...
look at me with those back lit black tipped eyes,
watch me
and i swear ill make it worth your time

                            *L.G