temptation is sweet
careful not to take too much
it'll come out as sh*t
caress the silence with your thoughts
search through abyss as I get lost
in my rigid, imperfect proportions
I indulge into careless illusions
listen and lean closely; so you won't miss a thing
see my perspective of the world I am building
blinding at best
maybe too much to digest
bottled-up, shut tight
inside a wrinkled piece of muscle
isn't it lovely?
but look again, this time—𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘺
head's starts buzzing
𝘸𝘩𝘰'𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨?
slap some sense to me
this been kept in my notes for too long, i guess it's time for other eyes to see it rather than my tear-streaked ones.
make another lie,
for they will believe.
double-faces can't seem to identify,
the hues along with magenta dye.
for you—𝘺𝘰𝘶 know why,
simply just one cannot untie.
closet doors are shut tight,
queer, no doubt.
make another lie.
for all the closeted ones there—that day will come, you and me, someday.
— The End —