thoughts trickle through my mind
through the third eye’s blind
piercing abroad the stems of cells
stumping stupidness as it swells
loving the loss of the lost
hating lines that i’ve crossed.
sinfull nature, disgust in glee
posessed by thoughts, stolen in three.
women lust after me
though i lust back, happily.
trick for track tick for tack
think about the love i lack.
small head thinks
more then the big head blinks
dogma still, refill things
three rings of marriage, i feel sufferings.
love has left, hate remains
my heart is a victim of theft, fates to blame.
thick thoughts murder, leaving me dead.
and I love you, was the last thing said
My broken heart is bleeding black