Promises of the mind, made only to kiss,
built just for me in this gazinghood
So be it, I'll just eject my personal misunderstanding
and withdraw all the things in the world from being,
once again, rhythmical but unapologetic.
Oh, have I not been renounced, every now and then?
Didn't anyone acknowledge my lifes' work? my dreams?
Fuck this. I don't need me to tell and to swear and to be
swallowed as a whole
I don't exist. I am the one preoccupied with I.
You and her and them, I don't give a a shit.
My own libido is the only thing I ever care about,
for he is my executioner,
and to him I owe my promising eyes and my disappointing
pairs of hands and lips.
Forever foreign, living by the looks in peoples eyes
The briefer they are, the sharper are the teeth of the ants
biting me,
The longer they are, the tighter the snakes swirling around
my neck
