Soul Death
Yes you are right, I was in a room where I was killed
And they were women all around me...
I'm glad I died that death and now have been reborn
Reborn to more alert...
To touch, hightend my senses
To love, to hate, to feel a broken heart
To allow you to use my body as you wish for your entertainment
While let my mind wonder on visions of things I want to complete in this life
Be-fore- I -die
Or face a new channel and new world, I just hope its not what the christians say.
My God, the head made me with so much flare,I know I make him happy
I feel somethimes I know him as if we met?.
Angels, demons, friends and enimes
Liars and saints
Charities and debts
Aging, dying bodies , what are you doing here again?
You are not truly happy with this mask of being different.
You probe your bodies
but then what after the all this thrill?
You live normal vanilla lives until five PM
The agongy…. Of not being free and not being able to be completely free
No matter how much money you have.
Ladyfi xixixixix Sep 16
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