Post by Darklordbambi on Sept 3, 2013 23:09:54 GMT -5
This poem, this nudity and nakedness is not a metaphor like touching your picture is grazing your skin
So do apologize if my confusion comes off as lies, it's an intimate way to show where I've been
You see, life was fast and slow, walking across fast streets and standing between the lanes
I still live in a world of slow love and fast women, where if you want to, connect, you gotta pay
And I met one, though she didn't look like it, pretty but she was a dime a dozen I said in my mind
But a dime a dozen was more like a dozen dimes falling from different stories and landing at the same time
It was unbelievable, so we went to a room on the second or third floor lighted with the windows open wide
Cause ya see, she kept her heart closed but her shirt buttons open she didn't care who saw inside
And for some reason the seedy mattress where there was spread disease and crack babies were conceived
Felt like a soft and gentle pink canopy bed where love was made and Wendy went to the land of make believe
And so I looked out to the stars but kept looking back when I felt the armor slip away and decay
Off of our bodies I could tell I was developing a hobby because this itching feeling wouldn't go away
Because when I looked back in her eyes something happened I saw the stars and my head went dumb
But something weird happened, I spent too long staring to Wonderland and soon enough my body went numb
And I said "Hold, on. I can't feel anything right now." And I realized in that moment of pain and elation
That there was not as big of a gap as I once believed between the concepts of love and hatred
To feel is to live and in that moment I wasn't living and no matter how hard we danced nothing was giving
And as much as I shook and tried wake up, I was hooked, it was booked, I was stuck in a shallow shivering
And so a crazy idea entered my brain and she she shook me and rode me and touched me and grabbed me
And her eyes got sad, then slowly trans-morphed to angry, and the idea came, I said "stab me"
You see she was cupid and I was just a little fallen angel with clipped wings who had no clue where he was
She she took her arrows and shot into the skin, the stomach and the heart and then both of the lungs
And she hates me, she fucking hates me, she loved who I was but now if you talk to her she hates me
And I love her for being herself, for being angry, she thinks about me, and somehow it satiates me
Because in that moment I woke up and realized on that bed that love wasn't in the cards for me
At least not for a man too young in his heart to love what he has and just stares out and daydreams
And it's a fast world and I hate it too, not the way that girl hates me, but the way I hate the truth
And the truth is that sometimes things can't change soon, you have to wait for the chase to let loose
But no one wants to hear it, no one wants to go near it, nobody cares in a shallow fast world of rough lights
All the wanna know is how ya do it, but I'm too old for the pretty girls, they joke if I can still get it up right
So, sometimes people don't listen to the first couple things I say, they call me Nikki cause I'm a sex fiend
But I'm a man and the Prince down in Dante's Inferno, so it means a lot more cause of where I've been
So do apologize if my confusion comes off as lies, it's an intimate way to show where I've been
You see, life was fast and slow, walking across fast streets and standing between the lanes
I still live in a world of slow love and fast women, where if you want to, connect, you gotta pay
And I met one, though she didn't look like it, pretty but she was a dime a dozen I said in my mind
But a dime a dozen was more like a dozen dimes falling from different stories and landing at the same time
It was unbelievable, so we went to a room on the second or third floor lighted with the windows open wide
Cause ya see, she kept her heart closed but her shirt buttons open she didn't care who saw inside
And for some reason the seedy mattress where there was spread disease and crack babies were conceived
Felt like a soft and gentle pink canopy bed where love was made and Wendy went to the land of make believe
And so I looked out to the stars but kept looking back when I felt the armor slip away and decay
Off of our bodies I could tell I was developing a hobby because this itching feeling wouldn't go away
Because when I looked back in her eyes something happened I saw the stars and my head went dumb
But something weird happened, I spent too long staring to Wonderland and soon enough my body went numb
And I said "Hold, on. I can't feel anything right now." And I realized in that moment of pain and elation
That there was not as big of a gap as I once believed between the concepts of love and hatred
To feel is to live and in that moment I wasn't living and no matter how hard we danced nothing was giving
And as much as I shook and tried wake up, I was hooked, it was booked, I was stuck in a shallow shivering
And so a crazy idea entered my brain and she she shook me and rode me and touched me and grabbed me
And her eyes got sad, then slowly trans-morphed to angry, and the idea came, I said "stab me"
You see she was cupid and I was just a little fallen angel with clipped wings who had no clue where he was
She she took her arrows and shot into the skin, the stomach and the heart and then both of the lungs
And she hates me, she fucking hates me, she loved who I was but now if you talk to her she hates me
And I love her for being herself, for being angry, she thinks about me, and somehow it satiates me
Because in that moment I woke up and realized on that bed that love wasn't in the cards for me
At least not for a man too young in his heart to love what he has and just stares out and daydreams
And it's a fast world and I hate it too, not the way that girl hates me, but the way I hate the truth
And the truth is that sometimes things can't change soon, you have to wait for the chase to let loose
But no one wants to hear it, no one wants to go near it, nobody cares in a shallow fast world of rough lights
All the wanna know is how ya do it, but I'm too old for the pretty girls, they joke if I can still get it up right
So, sometimes people don't listen to the first couple things I say, they call me Nikki cause I'm a sex fiend
But I'm a man and the Prince down in Dante's Inferno, so it means a lot more cause of where I've been