Defenseless
If it is all
All about you.
Without you,
I'll fall, crawl the wall, and descend again.
But...It's all
Not at all
About you.
And the trend we tend to keep getting in
Is a thrall, tied to pretend and,
Bound to the sounds of your face.
Renowned for your presto pace of speed,
With a need
To taste
This seed
That is
My waste.
In any case, I'm getting better, but at what?
God put me here on this earth to be a fat slut.
Don't you see
Your will
To be
Unnecessarily
Dependent of
My love
Is killing you.
So
Cut it out.
It's without standing.
All of this stress is senseless.
When I want to be left alone,
Please, leave me alone.
Let me face my demon
Defenseless.