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Pervert
I need not make excuses for things I can not comprehend
I walk slowly and deliberately awaiting my invitation to the promised land
I enter with you, hand in hand,
Under duress,
Under your dress ,
I must admit, I am impressed
So well kept, well trimmed, well well, what do we have here
Until then,
In serenity and sanity I look to make my amends
I offer my apologies to my family, my enemies and my few well adjusted friends
Keeping my wits about me , I enter a level that seeks to transcend
Ordinary consciousness transfused with a fine bullet point pen
Written words attempt to delay the transmission of nasty thoughts from the left to the right side of my brain
Give me a moment , a clear day, a sip of whiskey and let me try to explain,
It all began when I said goodbye to the person I was meant to become
If you feel like hurling insults, I ask that you try and refrain , (at least until the end, once I'm done, by all means, have your fun)
I chose a path, a new name , I ran from myself, out of breathe I still run
Challenging destiny , forgoing fate , I surged ahead without a clue
I looked for anything , I search for answers, I made love to anyone who looked like you
(Or anyone you knew)
(Or had briefly spoken to)
In the process , within time , I lost the very essence of the self
Now a stranger , the mirror paints a portrait of unstable and deteriorating mental health
Blind to love, jealous of beauty , valuing mostly materialistic wealth
In this vanity , my head spins, intrinsically , confusion suggests there is no place left for me on this colorful earth
Yet here I will remain , through pleasure and pain , until my creator decides in me he finds no more worth
No arguments from me, I should agree, I came to his conclusion first
Since birth, I must have had a hankering for hurt, or been cursed , more precisely , a sick mind filled with all that is perverse, I often wonder which is worse. To have loved and lost or to never have had the thirst.
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