Until they see me fall,The light in the young spirits fades.Until the noise breaks it all,The dark of the old and past conquers.
Empower the weak,
Suck the juice out of the law,
Take the roots and paint them white,
Cut the leaves, it’s a fresh new start.
Maybe until they see my fresh flesh show.
Maybe, and just maybe until they see my young beige bones.
Maybe you need to see my dry heart pump.
By: Antonio Flores
"How does it feel?"
Loaded pleasure shots.
“How will I feel?”
Powerful independent grown up.
Real silver cutlery.
Authentic pearl jewelry.
Puffy long dresses.
The future crown she possesses.
She’s lived life overprotected
But doesn’t know love protection,
She seeks for love and…