Valentine was a fag

that hand that touched me, unmasks the cold shadow proximity falling from a building
she wants my arms around her, unmasks desire designed to make one endure lifes regin
the way she's says my name, unmasks the mutal disgust when need becomes desperation
and when she kissed me, unmasks the meer emboldened exsistance of serten attraction

then her rejection came, cloaks the obvious truth that is spoken silent by her part
that made belive independence, cloaks the fatal siren of summoning sentiments of heart
that shrug indifference , cloaks the small and happy mircale to artificial mellowdramas
the defying leassons, cloaks an unsolved equation that requiers even more answers


the only attractive cell is her heart, this free punishment makes omnibus poems
my arms have been around many yet i've feelt that familliar great distance,
i have looked some directly in the eyes for two seconds and felt closer
when i lay a foundation she adds me as a brick to her wall of imposter


all sterotypes dosent makes sense when faded into a climax ordeals
deception seems inprinted in women when the butterflies feels like bees
a vaccum theater in the subconscience constant searching for new dancepartners
the ingredient poetry lacks is explanation under the spotlight of trap formulas

cynism is a diffrent form of clarity, the patience i build from twofaced women
now think of the essential concept of valentine, imprisoned for his love misconception
who will rannsack my renaissance until next time my solace is finally drained
my shadow proximity ignores upcoming memories, leaving the old ones stained



to the new, old, same girls who have the ability to make me feel like playdo.
prove me wrong / cancerface
(interpretation on Henry rollins: "everything")