No other option but to suffer in silence. The only physical form of intimacyI know isacts ofphysical violence. I bonded best with rejection becauseit was a dependable alliance. Unwanted and unloved,my only sourceof acceptanceis from the emptiness of a desolate environment. You fall in lovewith the word “no”when you’re asdesperate as I am. I’m starting …
Abandoned as a child,voids of affectionwere developedin absence of the sourcenecessary for itto get filled. You welcomed mewith open legs,deep down through a portalthat innervated mypathways with instructions on how to heal. Supplied me withan antidote for pain.Its potencyabsorbed through my veinsintegrating the power of creationwith how I feel. I am now worthy of love.Evidence …
You’re such a woman.Optimized by the thrusts of nature,taking it like a statue being impaledby gusts of wind. Helpless to the sensation,Your only option is to screechsoft echos of pleasurethat resonate with the melodiespounding within. You weather the storm. Holding your groundwhile being turned onby the functions of anatomy,which supply you with the toolsto experience …
After a while, rejection begins to turn into neglect.Following the desperate attempts to request a minimal amout of respect, “Ugly”, and “stupid” were the labels I would get.
Royalty on the throne. Birthed from the sun, emerged from the snow. Migrated together to createa chemical reaction well known… We are well aware of what happenswhen heats touches the cold. My heart gets soft when I’m around you. Ready to receive the warmth that surrounds you,I feel your heat as you enter the room. …
It was more than a temporary embrace. We merged a bond that transcendedthe temporal properties of space. It resembles what we do everyday;Travel the distance back and forthbetween uswhile simultaneously remaining in place. Palms merged, fingers interlaced.Our energy resonatesand reverberatesacross dimensional planes. Haven’t I felt this before?It feels exactly the same. Which is proof that …
The timer has been set to brew. You grind the beansas I push my flesh in you. Milk the sex from you,While creaming the nest for two. Half and half. We bathe in each other’s nectar.Fertilizer spreads throughout the canal, combining the liquids for a thicker texture. Fill my cup with your creamer.I stuff myself …
Intro (Marce Smith) Verse 1 (Godspeed2) I feel like I’m the only one that’s left,No remains,Just abandoned.What stood a stable figuresomehow got broke down to fragments.Trying to recover from what happened to my family;Failed relationshipsevolving from misunderstandings.A cold day in the city,someone dead,someone missing,But no matterthe conditions,somehow managedto live with it,And without further admittance,or new …
Becoming a parent is part of the design.Chosen as a guidefor a lifethat didn’t choose to arrive… We have a lot to abide by. Honoring the experienceof our grandparents,Wishing we can become worthy of the wisdom they provide… We have been chosento take care of a life.
I tried. I was unsuccessfulin fulfilling my duty to provide. In order to complete this final objectiveI have to train myselfto cast all feelings aside. I dedicated my timeday and nightto a system that doesn’t care if I survive. So why am I still alive?
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