i know my answer,

i know my path,

i am trying to embrace the new oath,

but slowly my boat is sinking,

 

if i lose both strings , who am i to cry to

my emotional supression drains me,

the sane or the insane...

could it be the evil taking form...

 

i want pleasure but i cannot chose my left ,

my right wants peace and long life ,

my left is slowly taking form of my right ,

which one is my key to all keys?

 

i miss the sweet pleasures of orgasms...

i miss hearing moans and seeing wet panties,

Once more i want my pleasures to be light ,

The insides of her , bond with the sane me

 

please turn me off ... 

disconnect me from this hunger, 

turn the lust to long lasting nights ...

if only i could cry a cry of pleasure

 

If i take my two fingers and push them into you,

would you lock your legs my right or my left,

i want to see it ... let me see your inner lips

what a wound ... i love that wound,

 

I cannot define this as love or last ,

its somewhat a bundle of misconceptions,

drive a dagger into my heart but it wont die

drag me to misery but i still find joy...

 

could it be the sane turning to insanity,

validate ur thoughts make us .... us

My home is not welcome to any but you my right or my left

left to decipher this nightmare im held hostage in my own .. life. i know my answer,

i know my path,

i am trying to embrace the new oath,

but slowly my boat is sinking,

 

if i lose both strings , who am i to cry to

my emotional supression drains me,

the sane or the insane...

could it be the evil taking form...

 

i want pleasure but i cannot chose my left ,

my right wants peace and long life ,

my left is slowly taking form of my right ,

which one is my key to all keys?

 

i miss the sweet pleasures of orgasms...

i miss hearing moans and seeing wet panties,

Once more i want my pleasures to be light ,

The insides of her , bond with the sane me

 

please turn me off ... 

disconnect me from this hunger, 

turn the lust to long lasting nights ...

if only i could cry a cry of pleasure

 

If i take my two fingers and push them into you,

would you lock your legs my right or my left,

i want to see it ... let me see your inner lips

what a wound ... i love that wound,

 

I cannot define this as love or last ,

its somewhat a bundle of misconceptions,

drive a dagger into my heart but it wont die

drag me to misery but i still find joy...

 

could it be the sane turning to insanity,

validate ur thoughts make us .... us

My home is not welcome to any but you my right or my left

left to decipher this nightmare im held hostage in my own .. life.