Do you think I'm ugly?
Or do you think I'm too intelligent
To get under your skin?
For beauty and brains are intelligent
I'd rather wear a mask than not
For you bereave me to fall
Into my own trap
For eyes define the beauty of death
Behold the wish-less bones in the sky
Euphoric like the other tease
Drown! I want you to drown in my soul
And reach for me
When you get lightheaded
For tomorrow is just another day in the neighborhood
Wild houses tumble
At our beck and call
So why not be brilliant
On the face of the earth
And fall out of love with each other?
Dead is the whisper in your ear
For triumph and tribulation
Is something that you scold,
Do I dare to be bold in front of you?
Behold the wayward wars
That you have created
There's no sense in rushing into things now
I find you rewarding
But you don't know the half
Of everything that is going down...
Let us use food for fuel
And satisfy our cravings
Dare to lust on my behalf?
As our bodies clench to such suspense
What would it be like to actually drown?
- Author: Soul Baby (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: August 11th, 2024 10:05
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 7
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