Freedom
is Choice
My soul
is dead without your touch
It lies
in shreds after suffering so much
Abandonment
is the soul’s assassin
That
loneliness, its torturous cousin
So lonely
in the dark and sleep is a lark
Air con
forcing cold chords into my soul
This
freeze out from love takes me to dark room Heaven
Good
girls and bad boys go there, maybe having ten
So the
music thuds out and poppers cracks my mind
Time
doesn’t exist because I’m in the clubbing mist
Ultimate
freedom to be decadent
No rules,
for this is seeing Venice
so who cares?
The grass
is on high and the spiked gin makes me fly
I’m
wrecked but not alone and unhappy
I hate
the rules and dictates that society makes
Its own repressed sexual desires embracing the Devil’s
stakes
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