Natural Weapons
Time out form false games of oppression, Time off from the weeks of obsession. I relies what I?ve been hating, and now relies all the lies I?ve been making; only the truth keeps me waiting. Waiting for sounds too come back into my vision, waiting to move back into a clearer division, I mark myself now with clear precision, and still wait for a decision. Forgotten lust makes a false demeanor, lack of skill beats at the heart for a firm believer; still I keep the thoughts of a dreamer, and release the mind to the proper receiver. Why must I decide a long term fate, when I can?t decide a decent rate? Because I love her.