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Distrust

“Your not as good looking as what I’d usually go for
But tonight’s your lucky night girl”

And with that civilization has come to it’s knees
As I was foolishly led to the lions den
With promises of scrapbook fillings
And maybe a net profit of companionship
Maybe there was a chance
Before the machines had gotten their eyes on me

“Hey bae I’m only messing around
There’s no need to be so serious
No one ever went to jail for touching a thigh right?
So just tell us your name?”

A gaze like a laser sight
A Domineering mechanical contraption
Made to keep girls like me under surveillance
Every breach of contact like a claw severing the flesh
I can hear the tape recording repeating in your mind
“She’s so beautiful, so succulent, so suggestible
She can’t exit until I’ve had my feast
She can’t exist if not for this moment”

“Come on darling you can’t leave yet
Drink that Bacardi Breezer I got ya’
Who ever says no to a dance?
Just let go have some fun”

Oh god they’ve made a statement with the architecture
All the lights, the screens, the luminescent
It’s insight to what’s to come, a wasteland of flicking neon
To shine the light of what’s left of our humanity
Daddy’s gotta have his meal tonight
He can’t stop hunting until a catch is between his teeth
We can debate paranoia and delusion till the day break
But the danger is real “Someone get me the fuck out of here!”

As preformed by Domestic

– Lnc0

14/02/2014

At first, as if too marionette your actions, I feigned indifference at the offer
For a 30 quid overdraft in the name of smearing the dye of my jacket
Against the half price circa 1990 bargain bin wallpaper
All to the soundtrack of to a chart of the charts
All to the flavour of a 6 pack of lukewarm ale
I could’ve died and fallen to the bridge bar underworld

Until you stole my gaze, the second I caught your reflection in the fridge
The bar I could never reach, A ruby amongst the garnet
I knew I couldn’t live with myself, until I’ve exchanged language with you
A beer pong spectator, A greatest movie debater, A sexy story dictator
Whatever role you wish to play, it’s fine by me, as long as it keeps you talking to me
And I can keep seeing that intoxicating smile

As time treacles down the drain, along with the Rosé wine
Our cheeks have gone the way of the rouge stains on the carpet
As I bare a witness to the Aurora Borealis of the night
It’s when your eyes start to illuminate the room when you begin to divulge your passions
The way you describe the stage, it’s as if it’s a piece of Asgard on your little blue rock
Each description of how each cog turns the machine, gets me excited with you
I’d like to think I’m not so shallow as to lose my breath at the flex of intellect
But I can’t deny the saliva pushes against the palate, when these words leave your lips

You try and deter me with cautionary statistics, and ask to refocus my beer goggles
You sink your head into you chest as you lament about your vessel to me
I have to chuckle to myself, that you’d think such a thing would turn me away
As I engage in the one of my excruciation mental battles with my occipital lobe
You see it’s taking him a while to believe the mortal avatar of Aphrodite
Is still talking to me when she has a catalogue of Adonises to pick and mix from

You say I could do better, but baby don’t you understand
I’ve tasted the greatest soma, and it’s just apple squash
I’ve tangled with the most complex nous, and it’s just channel surfing
All in comparison to you, golden trophies turn into copper coins
I know I don’t deserve to clean the dirt between your toes
But if you feel generous, maybe I could loan a kiss or two from you
When our calves are in-between the shoes, pressed up against the front door
Seconds feel like days, when I’m so close to them mocha corneas

Each inch of your construction deserves my full attention
I could spend a millennium caressing each and every pour of your body with my lips
Timing each and every kiss, with the precision of a diamond cutter as I travel up your legs
Slither my way through your chest and leave my insignia on your neck, before returning to your lips
Oh darling I know I’m being greedy but if the outside is this outstanding
I struggle to comprehend what awaits me inside the grey matter
Let me sync with you my empress, let your inspiration and creativity pour into me
Just a second of exposure to that mind of yours, will lighten my entire life

Oh even if you choose to desert my shores this time tomorrow
And shoot for the stars you were clearly born to grasp in your hands
I’ll spend a lifetime in ecstasy, no matter how grey the skies will get
Just a second of nostalgia with my valentine, the silver will beam through the clouds
But if you ever decided that this lowly peon could be your man
I’d transcend to a state of a mind, that unfortunate mortals could never reach

Dedicated to B.B