closing my eyes there u are
a spector from my past
as i sit here craving for my razor
an afflicted state of desire
my soul contorts in pain
Desire is not in itself wrong
Contort Distort and merge
i continue on
pleading in silence
the bliss of abuse
a longing over comes
the unholy longing love in lust
the forclosure of designed propaganda
leaves no lies
void be the zone of comfort
giving birth to true intimacy
be love for who you really are
show me who you are
i pleed
