Truth

truth

i live in a strobe light
flashes of sin
feeling somewhat of
a pornographic drone
sex, love ,lust ,sex
i find happieness somewhere
between masterbation and ciggarettes..

wearing my heart on my sleeve
tho its numb
it hangs there for the taking
like a pamphlet in a Dr.s office
staring you right in the face
while your alone in that tiny room of chairs
you have nothing better to do
why not give it a go
but once youve read it
you realise it wasnt worth the effort
you shoulda just left me alone

curiosity of the odditie in me
the crackpipe burns the back of your throat

sex,love,lust, sex
i keep on giving myself away
feels almost literal
theres not a whole lot left
after sex

i have a few good days
coming down off sedistic trips
seeing the light in the end of my tunnel
as i brace myself for another lover
i feel his lies slip between my hips
and take grip
i feed into it
like a lifesorce
to keep moving i must be this mans whore

how do i pull away?
when all ive known is between his legs?
i dont,
keep in mind the days "grind"
and sit with my pen and pad to write
try to paste together the flashes
try to read the riddle
to understand my life