(no subject)
You are but a sheath, my dear,
I dread the moments of discussion
that creep fear up upon me
between graceful thrusts and magnificent sweat.
thin like a little girl leaf,
the sweet drippings residing now upon my face,
in the sweet spot, ravenously hungry for the candy space.
The lies through my teeth and going through my phone,
to an ear, inciting the reaction of a heart.
The beat treks off and on in ridiculous cacophony,
disregard for the pulse of every world but
the one from which it originates.
What condition to be in,
a finding of most disgust, the supreme bile smells as the sweetest rose
when light is shed on it next to any occurrences.
What poppycock is in the world when basic necessities
fuck
and mushroom heads.
I dread the moments of discussion
that creep fear up upon me
between graceful thrusts and magnificent sweat.
thin like a little girl leaf,
the sweet drippings residing now upon my face,
in the sweet spot, ravenously hungry for the candy space.
The lies through my teeth and going through my phone,
to an ear, inciting the reaction of a heart.
The beat treks off and on in ridiculous cacophony,
disregard for the pulse of every world but
the one from which it originates.
What condition to be in,
a finding of most disgust, the supreme bile smells as the sweetest rose
when light is shed on it next to any occurrences.
What poppycock is in the world when basic necessities
fuck
and mushroom heads.