Still

A silent digressed alley and those chambered hues, the subtle wobbly talks after swigs, fumes ruminates as we pulling the gone day, we whine, and we refuse to manipulated sin, your twirls,your shades,so killing in masqueraded fragile existence.Oh, pretty,you plough my heart, like a butcher skins a goat. Yet my behaviour is integrated with your lustful charms
You reckon, as the light flickers and diminishes.Let there be disclosed rooms,as we infuse. The worldly world, people will make me maturity,they will dispense my masculinity, my utter sexuality,a picture of silence, painted with my inner chaos,my reconciliations with your understanding being.