Asylummn

when your lips touched my neck, i lost it.

I'm stale, washed up. You feel fresh.

everyone warns me about the other person.

Never themselves.

so do me a favor

sell yourself to someone else.

i don't need your pitch

I need a smooth clean lover.

body parts can trace near perfect lines

Lines, shades, convincing me to wake up

i'm awake, time to handle most.

If they were all selfless than nothing would ever be done.

pride. greed. Hunger.

Fuel us, fuel you, Fuel I.

Don't ask questions, just tell tall tales.

tales of mutual appreciation.

for your pitch

full circle, half circle, crescent moon.

I walked down my moonlit asphalt world.

underneath the crescent I discovered a road ends sign.

so i walked off the road.