Monday to Friday mornings Same alarm at 6 a.m Eyes struggle to open Soul returns vacantly A day older And why? Motivation for life is nowhere now Look forward to the end Anticipating one last heartbeat Awaiting you and No one else will know Don’t give them the chance
Continue the sadsmiles everywhere Dark acoustic heartbeats pound anguished tranquility Bleeding teardrops are here to wiped away.
She comes to me, plentiful yet differently Slim, skinny, curvacious women with Blonde, red, brunette, black Locke's and... Why does it feel the same each moment? Everytime they handle me differently Though...now...ecstacy shallow cement
Supple lips that glide over every inch of me And as I close my eyes to the sensuality Torment stares through the forbidden. Feelings so familiar, far less has changed too...
Creeping secrets that crawls my soul closer to hell A journey filled with silky fires of immoral grace.