Her Heart Is Vicious

I can count on one hand how many times I've hunted for sex Otherwise I'm intreged by how she confronts my respect With her neglectful insulting self worshiping eyes With her slowly growing suprize by my burning insides I've devised plans to manage like my damage control But her heart's far too vicous without handles to hold Walking the planets land my j's erode and vanish Searching for hope that's not so much illusive as banished I climb inside my newly aquired eyelids, hiding from sight While hate takes love to court for pain's priracy rights Most have a child deep inside that inhabits since birth My kid swims the surface disturbing and splashing the surf So she can observe how the mind of the confused works Trying new ways of describing doing justice to words ..