LYRIC FOR SALE

By Damian

Be my seductive illusion ,
Hand of Creator behind it in fusion

My poem, and omen, phenomena, wish
This look I’m lost in so devilish

Woman I cry for, my pride died for
Woman I write for,my right to fight for

now I'm broke into sadness SEE
Sat suddenly, wrote about tendency

To give them privilege of intimacy
and leave them image like cinema scene

Words are falling from your mouth
And my genes ARE calling not so loud

We’re like gin&tonic and its ironic
cause I don’t, but tonight I'm a chronic
Alcoholic
Hook:
So lonely in this crowded place
I ain't counting on me, I’m counting days