There is a war in your eyes
so blatant it makes me blush
bonfires, war, rape
lust beyond all lust
you want this with a force
that brings me to my knees
how can something
so dark and dirty
burn with such a bright light
there is something between us
something stopping us
and you hate me for it
it's the last fighting synapses
the last of my good intentions
so you will bore into me
and find me empty
move on, pretty girl
move on, as I have
beyond this hollow place of
harassment, molestation and noise
move with me
to the shining sea
where broken bodies
and broken souls go
to live a better way.
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