Blacker than night are the eyes of Felina.
Nights draw near to half the day,
I'm half in love with a girl, or it might just be vain.
While, nothing would wind my mind like the whirl of that bambina,
I go off the grid, tryna find my grit,
unbothered by derision delirium,
undulating lady you're late.

Drunkards have a way of killing themselves
and in the morning resurrect to the call.
To swallow your dose of delirium, disconnect from a world that you draw
After convivial moons, oh the mornings they loom!
morbid Mondays: wake up nude, sweaty, cold, and rude.
split a 20 into 10,
toot a half,
honey hold my head.

awake and wonderin' if you're gonna take me.
I've been fake and plundering, while your love can shape me.
What can I say, What can I do?
my note's been strung, I'm like, -listen to- “ 'Love Hurts', fool! ”
There's no sense in trying when your love has been negated
So you cling onto excitement, getting drunk and so faded.
Inflated, you make me.
a friendship is breaking,
this love it is shaping
but somehow you're escaping.
“I cannot see her tonight/ I have to give her up/so I will eat Fugu”
Forget her. Now throw you up.
a hip in ya step
a sack in your sock.
a spliffer on the way, a nice drag while we drop.
So I will make up for your prior desolation
and we can hook up and talk about Mesopotamia
like, The primitive myths and their gods above
You're born with a flood, and the ability to make it up
to get all your answers for your Human Condition
pledge to yourself ,be your statement of mission
What is out there is now, but in the future you're banking
while your life on this earth has been forced into thanking
a holy hoarder, who takes the ones you love
promises milk and honey. and on the groove he gripes and grubs.
wipes your dumb face in the valley of dead flowers,
now the growl of the grim, it grows much louder
I think she loves it, I'm above it as I gambol through the gutter.
I find your pleasure point, I know where your bread is buttered
You are gorgeous he's a egregious,
Christ kid, thinks he's Jesus
femme elitist, you're the sweetest
girl I know you don't need this.

the man is a man, guess I'm a man and so are you
that means that we are all human so Im starting to wonder
who the hell you think you are?
A sophist kid singing rumors in her car.
“We're Never Going Back Again”
You sound like Stevie but you can't be her twin.

For every girl I fawn, I must find inside Ligeia.
Fortunato flails, unto her nature im nailed,
placid opiate pangs perverted, introverted woman behave