I know I’m getting tougher
As each day passes by
It starts to lose its meaning
As I look death in the eye
I gave it warmth and vigor
Tainted my memories
We used to be such good friends
I could swear we’re enemies
Like it matters anymore
And death it blinks softly
And it looks back at me
It starts to smile
And it’s reassuring me
Saying I don’t want you to worry
Your life will soon be free
I just can’t believe what love has come to
Now I know you’re leaving me
Like I didn’t know before
staring with your mouth subtly agape.
It is no endeavor, and there is no modesty.
It’s getting this temptation to ravish whom you dream up as innocent.
A powerful, animalistic urge to touch someone a million times at once.
To deplete them, and race your momentum to pleasure them.
I’ve felt it. I know what it’s like.
It’s what all the good drugs are posing as.
Mediocre drugs… Amicable drugs.
Just like people.
Which is why this passion meets its end. We build up a tolerance.
The stains on the sheets wash out.
As time goes by, so do those on your mind.
And I hope soon, because
You are always..
I thought about your death
How my life would be
The blood somehow lukewarm
out-and-out, fighting back the compulsive urge to dance about
Sorry I didn’t respond sooner!
I won’t disclose a ‘brutally honest’ opinion about someone I’ve met and have no ill will against, and chiefly don’t even know on a personal level. (In case that’s what you meant) but…
As far as her line of work is concerned… I think she’s a talented model. She is great at modeling and producing for the category she addresses herself to. My favourite photographs of her were shot years ago; they were more high fashion/avant garde aimed. That’s just my taste in photography.
Aww thank you!! I wish I had a take with better sound quality. Glad you liked. xx