Infinite Cycle.

Let's "love" with empty emotions.
Wet the sheets.
Serenade your ears with my screams.
Found art in between my legs,
And comfort in my masterpiece
Filling every inch of depth.
Pondering...
I am pondering what will happen next..
I always the neglect the fact
that after this you'll go home
to lay In someone else's bed.
Your princess lays there dead
And hollow because she wallows
In the thoughts of her head
Because she has a strange dream that her man isn't faithful.
And she can't comprehend why is that
So she pinches herself to wake up
from her dream only to realize the fact
That she lacks understanding
And that is the reason there are marks from another woman on his back.
Because he never had it right
His mom or dad didn't raise him
And she lays there faithful when she's not even dating him
Waiting for him to crawl back in the bed
But he's not looking back
Because no one taught him better than that
he lacks compassion,
And that is why his princess cries blaming herself for the marks on his back.
He's in and out, back in again
So experienced, it's the feel of it
Finding comfort in the warmth
And the scratches
So easy to adapt.
Because he's used to quickies
He never got used to the idea of love
To that topic he was a rookie
Not at all experienced.
It was 2 am and she missed the make up sex
She was angered because she was so used to it.
He gave her, her fix
And since she didn't have any of that
She played the same cards and layed with another man.
To find her fix of "love"
But when will the cycle end?
Everyone wants "love"
But won't stop pretending..