Misanthropic talons carry me to oblivion
Seeing the world
For what it is
Lust filled marked beauty
Striving for attention
All for wrong reasons
In the hunt for suck sex
Ah, Look at those eyes gleaming
At such starry visions reflecting flesh
It’s all that matters
To their own greedy minds
As they become fixated
With pictorials not substance
Fame, Sweet fame with only one cost
The selling of skin
Packaged, Signed, Sealed and delivered
For all to revel, For all to enjoy
Sorry I tend to look within
Never knew you lived on the outside
So, I have to say my goodbyes
Because I am not like that
Oblivion is better than this
At least it’s for real
Flying in the abyss of fake carnal knowledge
Defecating every last feeling I have ever had before
As I wonder, do we all live in a realm of a fictional reality?
In the end
I would rather fall from grace
Than from hope
Thank you for the ride Lady Misanthropic
This world seems to become worst with each day passing by
Written By,
James Darwin Smith II
1/4/10
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