Entrapped in all that lays in your sky blue pools of alluring habit.
I'll never surpass the element that keeps me tangled in you.
Our noses, lips, faces, conjoined, in such blissful harmony and are instantly revoked by your constant need for a polygamist philosophy coated with such secret intention.
I cannot fathom a better reason to leave than that one there.
Still yet, I'm chained by your look, your domineering way that always succeeds in my kissing you.
It's an evil game you play, but one you refuse to claim as your own device, the mechanism that allows each girl, woman to pay the price for your past misfortunes with your deadly heterosexuality.
We all must pay, pay for the sins, our promiscuous tricks we cleverly convey.
I shouldn't turn to such fatal friends, but Pill and Drink are so compassionate, so lovely.
I cannot withstand this agony you put me through, the single moment I rebuild, you take control and demolish all that's been created so craftily by these hands.
With these hands, I fear I'll never caress the loving, nor the pure again.
Your callous exterior has made me rigid to whomever come along.
I shoo them off like wandering strays begging for food or a drop of water at my front door.
A flame enlightened within me has scolded my brain time and time before, for I am weary towards the passerbyer, I cannot deceive no more, the yearn for human touch, the fact that it will forever pulse feverishly throughout me.
Until my final gasp of breath allows me my bed of peace.
To take everlasting sleep.
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