In this world of dark clouds it is no wonder every soul that has promised pleasure is looking for one thing.

Even the black squirrel sits on the black chain linked fence.

He fleas to the tree to protect himself from the pain of the wind.

I am that black squirrel in essence, because of all the wrongs that have been placed here amongst this land.

Fuck the darkness and not you because I am more than just that one momentary sexual escapade.

Inconsiderate bitch and stupidity of wanting something is better you are just telling yourself one thing and dreaming of what slips by.

Sun filled days are about to come my way and I will look back at this moment and rest my head on my one.

You have nothing that he could have.

The future will look so bright in a few more puffs of the clove cigarette.

Toxic to the end but numbing to my spin and soul.

Look beyond my appearance and dig deeper if you want something that will be dying for.

Love is more than just sex, so remember these words and get over yourself and you misery.