"World Weary"

If I drug the bottom would that be where I'd find
all of the pieces of my heart that have been lost
and long ago forgotten

Sometimes I feel like the lines that I write are
always redundant, always the same; like my
day to day life that hasn't amounted to
much of anything

I look around and try to take in everything; try
to find my muse in the things that I see to feel
deeply

But lately I'm feeling numb, and the world around
doesn't have much allure

She used to be such a wondrous seductress; an
irresistible succubus that drug me in, (within my
loathsome soul she drug the bottom to unearth
the things that only she could find beauty in...
things of horror), and made me to feast on her
breasts that were filled with such delectable
substance

Laying in-between her legs that spread wide and
received me in, I give her all that I had and in
return she made me feel like a man

But then you come to a point in your life when...

"The World is not Enough,"

The love fades although there always seems to
be somewhere to release your load... some fix,
some instant gratification, some way to ease
the frustration

But like a love gone sour, the time spent together
seems to just be robotic, problematic, systematic

No feeling or emotion; just complacence that
convenience will only metastasize into something
devoid until the point of implosion