Disillusioned
After so many days
of wanting
Having takes no place of
fantasy
Play
Sad Eyes
Mirroring your heart
Drag me
To your empty soul
Wasteland
Barren lonely space
Your heart
Shattered by those words
I said
Truth hurts more than lies
I had
To play the bitch
(sorry)
Price of Reality
Dreams are more worth living
Root Beer
Tastes good going in
And again
...Later on
Midnight Encounter
Strong fingers
Clasp my hands
Above my head
Locked in plac
A prisoner
Struggling against
Freedom
Stuggling between
Pain and pleasure
Smothered in
Sticky heat
Fighting back with
Exhausted
Humid force
