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I am Icarus

Pedal to the metal
unlock special level.
Feeling experimental,
time to go mental!

The rebel Devil
is never gentle
with the needle.
Always going feral
on my soul's vessel.

Accidental and forgetful
it is hard to be regretful,
when master thinks Im special
without being judgemental.

I am Icarus
living ignorance.
Flying high
out of my mind
lying blind
to the sky
for supply.

-No sun, no buy
"Moon why?
Why you lie
night eye!?"
I'm gonna cry!
I'm gonna die!
Falling down
good bye.

Everything breaks.
Face twitch
body shakes.
Abstinence itch.

I want to be,
to be with my master
and to be
to be her slave bitch.
Feel her touch
hear her speech
be bewitched.

A poor man's wish
for the lies that
made him feel rich.




Bunden vers (Rim) av Mauri Kattila
Läst 24 gånger
Publicerad 2021-04-19 18:12



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