Monthly Archives: October 2012


I tear up my clothes and let myself free
A sense of guilt over coming me
Bodily pleasures
That’s all we please

Then why does this heart keeps jumping beneath

Oh its so casual
Casual to us
Exploitation of our emotions and lust.

Then why does our soul cry for sympathy
I can’t trust
Can’t trust my love for anything.

A devil is better than a fool
Numbness is better than a hopeless pool
Of love that we scan through the crowd for.
Trying to be who I am not.
Protecting myself from rejection of all sorts
But being accepted in the most frivolous way of all.