Twisted, Straight

Why does sex drive.... steering wheel in my mind my Bible on the dashboard,
Conscious left behind
Back up to find and run over it now everything is fine.
So dine at hells kitchen, where someone
Finds an appetite for an after midnight vive
Once seems to be unresolved passion
The rest is left to pick apart the flowers in the funeral.

Innocence ends in innovation
The next excuse in route to
Immediate gratification
Are you satisfied yet?
Innocent curves can easily curve;
To curb the pain of life's pavement
All the while the twisted metal,
Melted around hardened hearts
I often ask where my grace went
Although all present if only my past
Came into this present
As past rest in passenger seat
Nights of lust, fludhed through in
Seas of forgiveness, past waves
Past the wages of yet another deliverance.

Sex in the driver's seat will in
The rearview mirror
Minds split between two,
I could have blamed it on the worlds
Miscarriage carried seeds birthed
In corrupt wombs
My drive used to be the antidrug
Now I ride with one hand on the dash
While I allow my other to be corrupted
By the curves, that I twist
U turn into a vacant cul de sac,
Meeting my maker while behind the wheel......

Reviews

[Demii]

This is really strong anad powerful, and almost seems like it starts out at a rap, I'm not sure if that's what your were aiming for but it has good rhythm and flow :) Good job, I enjoyed reading it.

[mendedwords]

Thank you for taking the time to read my work. During the process it did start off as a rap and I kind of straddled the fence between lyrics and a traditional poem. Again thank you for the review.

[Demii]

Your welcome, and its really well written.