They\'ll shoot you up to enable you to lie to your mental stimulus
They\'ll do just about anything to cum, to steal, to betray
All for no other reason other than to provoke the onset of insanity
Vanity is what keeps me hidden
Keeps me from following through with revenge
Vengeance is never the key to carrying through with any plan
Understand that men are volatile creatures
Pure venom in your wounds
Lilacs in a bouquet of malice
I hold up my chalice to the stars that pale in the moonlight
A liquid mirage, hunting down night-taken skies
It\'s a do or die atmosphere with a center that holds a lemon-dropped aquifer
Lavishing the system with neon light
Delight in the flesh, a savages escapade
From dawn to dusk to midnight and back
Lacking everything that it takes to hook me again
No Spring chicken
Nobody\'s hen
Nor, shall I pretend to be looked up to or worry about being looked down upon
They\'ll shoot you up until you have gone to ribbons that curl around the packages that whirl and wisp and sparkle then fade out......
10/12/2011