Should Have Been a Rap Star

"Untitled" by Angora Shade

Drained
Your touch demands elaboration
Pained
The reason for my mastication
Of such a thought
That forces my dear devoted muscles
Taught
Like another lover deep inside and
Sealed
Woe to my imagination-You're not
Real
Existing only in the dreaming
State
Lost to fantasy while screaming, fuck you
Fate
The bitch that simply will not
Die
Alone--not loved--makes love a
Lie