The girl is silver coin operated;
Each kiss is negligent to my torment.
Delusions of my heaven created;
A form of sex with a poison accent.
I try to wake her from her pleasant dreams;
Pain underneath a sedated relic.
Misunderstanding my pathetic screams,
Sounds appetizing to a mind so sick.
Vehemence for my bleeding fortitude
Never vary her executive routine.
The truth of my strain does elude;
Deplore my bankrupt tryst with a machine.
Smeared make-up depicts the great urgency;
Exchanging lying love for currency.
How have you managed to control my thoughts?
All day long I think of a love this true.
Without you in my life I'd be distraught.
For what and who would I be without you?
Your mischievious smile makes my heart melt.
Honey colored eyes show feelings untold
Fire raging of desire I have felt
But you, oh so beautiful, stay controlled.
I shouldn't worry of your intentions
Our future is all in God's main design.
Love's workings are beyond comprehension
Down the road our lives may still intertwine.
In darkness you are my shimmering light.
Being loved by you feels more than just right.
I feel that if I close my eyes forever
The darkness will become only a fear
I had once upon a time whenever
In a foreign land far away from here
Oh good mercy plagued by my sweet madness
The insanity my body's coping
Like a shiver to warm the grim sadness
Misguided survival for the hoping
In my day I have made dreadful choices
In my haste to mask the painfully real
Sold my eyes, my mind, my freedom, my voice
All to make the devil's business deal
I found no flames in death, but with great fright!
My hell was never seeing heaven's light!
My Eloquent words mask the trap's depart
Uncontrollable with a certainty
So shards never miss her targeted heart
A perfume so sweet her eyes could not see
Her soul would be all mine through candied grace
We'd move to closer, more personal things
Like heated contact; inadequate space
To my lips movement her sanity clings
Natural phenomenons like violent wind
Could not confine my charming advances
Staggering with verbose shackles she's pinned
My lies dressed in lace; forging romances
Though my flourished venom is arresting
Seems I'm the one weak without protesting
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