Inked Tongue

     It gets crazy, it gets crazy, yes it does. I mean it gets scary pretty much so as to cause the thighs to tremble, my hand to tremor and my ear tips to twitch. Feeling like that suspended mass of cellophane in the sky, flying against her will, pushed around by the force of the wind. The storm approaches.... How long will i keep running for shelter, I thought I found fulfilment but no it was basically a piece of consolation price I designed for myself. I still feel it, I still feel it, in this so called peace or piece of fulfilment. I still feel it, the burning desire, the uproaring voice of the persona within me raging for freedom, clamouring and crying for the grace to be utilised. Chains so strong, from all around me I am bound. By their opinion, I am bound. By friends bound, by family bound, by religion bound, By me, most imperatively, bound. But really though I am a ghost, bound because I didn't know I am. The storm approaches, fire brewing in its axis. ...

   It takes two to tango but we can't from this angle so girl give it all to me cus there is nothing I can't handle. Listen to the words that I speak and let them slash the peak of your feelings because apparently they're too high... and just in case you've forgotten, I am here to remind you that I am the hunter and the sportsman. Give it all to me, there is nothing I can't handle? (Laughs) No, I'm taking all you gat and there is nothing that you can do.  The hunter and the sportsman? Yes, I take your type for game, you're my target, you're my goal and my very own hobby is to chase and Catch you and use you and I don't even need to stress cus soon enough you'll be caught up in your feelings (laughs) for me... cus as a veteran scientist, I will make you fall in love with the chemistry you'll see until you end up being my lab rat for the success of future experiments. Oh Darling, you deserve the world and everything in it but it...