I have nothing to say, nothing to do
For words have lost their meaning in my brain,
They've been replaced by pictures of you two,
And all else in that space is now inane.
Insanity and angst, my good old friends,
Have come back for a little while to gloat,
As everything inside me now depends
On women who control my heart and throat.
So will they let me breathe? Or suffocate?
Will my desires and wanting be fulfilled?
Or will they laugh and keep locked heaven's gate,
And smile as they see all my passions killed?
So I sit patient, doing as I'm told,
And waiting for the future to unfold.
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