Her Drug Monster

I rhyme a lot of love lines,

Preferably after taking in a line.

 

Cut that fine line,

Roll up my worked for dollar,

Line feels f*****g fine.

 

That’s all you are to me,

Some piece of Columbian magic,

Because it’s only me.

 

Looking for you everywhere,

And all I find is fake blond heads.

 

Insecure dumb b*****s with empty heads,

All they want is dollar,

Wearing makeup submerged heads.

 

Lambs acting like property,

Believing in religious bullshit,

Thinking healing comes magically.

 

Mirror,

Razor,

Powder,

Dollar,

Escape lonesome reality,

Into an Illuminati fantasy.

 

My creations come out and play with me,

Though I’m the one that pulls the strings,

Their happy horny,

Angry violent,

Fictional family.

 

When it’s time to go home,

Fix last second typos,

Before letting my little spark go.

 

Letting go to crash,

Suddenly that’s my past,

By blue eyes razor is smashed.

 

Crash softly into your kiss,

Smothered in red mist,

In reality that is bliss.

 

Fantasy becomes reality,

Revealing our hideousness,

Embracing our monsters,

No longer jealous only zealous.

 

Love is our drug,

We are the method,

Breaking all these pretty rhymes,

Embracing her madness,

Revealing all my hideousness.

 

Crash,

Soft,

Rough,

Love.