When the Lion Is Hungry The Lion Eats He enjoys his meal He toys with his prey He taunts his prey Then he grabs his glock And he double taps him to the head to make Sure he's dead So remember these words When the Lion Is Hungry The Lion Eats
You can call me names You can step on my toe by accident What you can't do is talk about the weather Its either cold, wear a warmer coat and a hat Or it's not, wear less, you look better that way anyway I'm pissed off at everything today It's not your fault Give me dark clouds Impending rain A sly smile Then I'll know you're my kind
5’8” of lean muscles and sinews. He grits his teeth. His smile is wry and folds the flesh of his cheeks.
He descends from the outer circle. He strikes in flurries. He dares the inner circle for only moments. Tags me over and over. My reach is longer, but he darts in and out. His legs lean and packed with fluid musculature.
Obsession, Lust, Infatuation Ghost man swaddling my heart, mind, the purity of my soul, his rejuvenation As I lay in bed alone at night in the absence of slumber
The ritual of my calling he beckons Juju resting, my skin tingling Feeling his breath breezing over the benediction of my sanctuary from afar Supplications of the moon surrendering to light years of a cosmic lavational pull Silken passion he bequeaths, my skin his domain, slowly dispensing cloth of hindrance
As night falls and my mere environment changes as well with each silent movement of time, as silhouette images are just passing through my mind pulling and grabbing at my very spiritual soul. Yet at times leaving me feeling breathless and speehless, within the dead of night with an intoxication adding to the frequency to vibrate even higher sending subliminal messages to my mind, like resurrected thoughts from once upon a time thought to be long forgotten but only buried deep within my subconsciousness. That tends to reemerge every now and then shifting my thoughts, as well as my deepness of...
I sat and watched you fight the current as you were bashed along the jutted rocks, fighting for your life... gasping for air... mind gone adrift...
I was there.
When the pain became too much to bear and nearly swept you over the edge as you clung on for dear life, to that tiny little rock I offered you my hand, In the utmost care, but I just couldn’t reach you. You couldn't see me there.
Deciding to revert back to a time of I IS ME before The times when my darkness was embraced and I begged for more Before I ventured out of my comfort zone and took a chance on humankind Forgetting the many lessons that I had learned over time
The conniving ways of the human animals are a disgust To deceive and have it their way is considered a must By retreating in to my darkness the cold sinking in to my bones I'm alone in this tundra, but I feel right at home
The fact that the only hate that I feel, is hatred for self ...