Like fucking in a playground
Full of needles and Percocet;
One moment I'm inside you
The next day I'm trying my best
To forget.
Tear crusts in the morning
And I have no rationale
For why;
I said I want to take you home
And I let my innocence tell you
Black truths & white lies.
Hedonism when not anchored to a heart
Is like a mad spirit
Let loose on unsaved whores;
I am not an angel, I am a sinner
With no chance for redemption
Because all I ever want is more.
Black truths
Fuck you,
Fuck me please
White lies
Inside you,
Then on my knees.
The back of a head
And an arched back
Is the symbol of broken intimacy;
It is an empty thrust
That pounds the walls
And takes the breath of life right out of me.
Words need no polish
When formed
By the tight grip of a hungry mouth;
Stripped of trust
Unattached to emotion & devotion
Machiavellian, I am devout.
Black truths
I am fucked
This is my noir
Existence;
White lies
I was blessed
With naivete
Now I am jaded
With no resistance.
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