Love Control

I never ration passion when with a woman thats why the crash happens, alway so sudden emotional thoughts not chopped up in levels easily taken and taught by blonde beautiful devils actively giving up living until the very end handing over my heart, hers now to apprehend stuck, pretending like myself I can control stuck, defending a dependantly sickened soul love flies far too high then dies catches my empire on fire from lies disguised cries to hide the surprise disappearing a feeling I had in my eyes peeling away days of salty decay hoping a new man will awaken someday eloping to a path that takes me away to maintain faith, keep the demons at bay, and pray.