Controlling inter-suspicions, a copulus arrangement of pure contempt and utter devotion.
She said it was for me. A beauty of a gift, any mans dream.
The frame skips the reel and here we go into what has perspired.
Can you see my drowning in your stench of lies and disease.
You drunk whore stare into my eyes and believe me.
I will end you with out a second thought.
A schism inside of me.
Slow down, the clock winds back.
Sapphires, flush with crimson rays, a warm feeling melting me.
She is my defeat, her love floods yet keeps me alive.
Yes a quarrel, you pretentious bitch I love you with everything.
Open wide open wide, everything we worked and lived for has died.
No we can never ascend to what we had back then, oh my darling hear my words carefully, I swear I will kill everyone you love if you leave there.
No man will lay eyes on you again.
Swallow dirt, swallow my fist, bring up the past my black and blue lover, friend.
Yet these are mere skips of the reel. No truth to be wrote yet the mind plays out before your eyes, your mind plays out what you desire deep inside.
A nihilistic censorship played out with cigarette burns, black and white sometimes.