By Tris spoken word
Mortal disease
His appetite is great, his mouth touches his
knees. His Grinning skull smirks
His dead siren eyes lark
Singing love songs to children, his desirable plan
worked
His soul touched an unquenchable strange fire.
My question is..!
Who can save a Man? Once’s he falls into his sexual perverted desires? A spiral ocean, it’s currents have
no trust
his souls sinks deeper, he goes down to dust
A human killed by his desire.
A child trapped by another’s lust….
Sexcoholic
He’s a zombie for its thrust
Take, take, take!!!
I’m sorry… he can never get enough.
Devil in sheep clothing
When a Man is controlled by his lust. His lust
I call him beast!
When he’s around my skin tense up…
Lust kills dreams
Disobediences create nightmares
All he wanna do is FUCK!!
What God made intimate, an soft
A thousand lilys fall
Healing…. Takes place
A beautiful hour
poisoned.
And Raped…
his hands weapons
His voice caused earthquakes
He Poisons every woman he takes
The sky is the limit
He takes
