villain
like velvet she runs down my throat
when i taste her passion i almost choke
and when i smell her
evil thoughts she provokes
but without her i cant cope
her intoxication wraps deeply around my soul like a rope
she arises the devil in me like black smoke
she walks without a shadow and her hair doesnt move from the wind
let he who cast the last stone be drenched in sin
she lets me thread the needle and so i cover her in the ink from my pen
i am the thoughts of a hundred me
she sways back and forth like a pendulums weight
the suns nice but the moons great
i may not know how to kiss but i know how to mate
and i may not know love but i definitely know hate
i dont believe in god so i dont question fait
but if you give me the time of two days a conviction i can create
on the third day you can call it a date
but in my words its just a chance to procreate
and my feelings of compassion aren't fake
because any reality you want i can make
dont worry only morality's at stake
--Z.Silas Herrera