If Faust could take a skeleton and rip it from its host, then the fact that i could take your soul should be not just a boast. It's 9 black phantoms having orgasms, nazgul in the rafters and they think i'm going daft dumb, no Carl Orff but it's orchestrated madness and the salt in her sadness left bloody rents in the mattress. Found a queen with high aspirations but no patience, had her laying naked like we made erotic paintings, climax like that i had her fainting. Maybe it's 50 shades of anxious, not grey, maybe the feeling is fake, word to palm trees we can inspire fire and throw shade, 500 years could go by and euphoria would never fade, no Boosie, two step and the deuces. I'm saying peace with a couple fingers like i'm emulating nixon, personality on cosby before you know it the dicks in, and i'm fixed in, on this pre-made dish she's fixin like i'm starvin and my granmama i'm missin. Soul food plates and cold lemonade i'm as dazed as a bee post sting, as a boxers clock post ring, say ding, say things, like you really meant them in the first place. Hope you would come through in the worst way, generational context saying we all young and thirsty, more like young and hungry, cooking our meals over the fire from the world burning. Agonize over soliloquy's like the thought of Shakespeare might get her panties wet, left swipe her on the cellular just to find yourself sendin Facebook messages, still rejected so get down to voodoo and cast hexes, blame the missteps on your exes, put on a grand ole opry then move to Texas, young and restless, more like young and reckless with a slight death wish. Stacked too many Oxford commas but they never transfer to my account, found myself facedown in an ounce, alone in a place thats not my house.
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