i realize my problem—
a hum in the background
my attention becomes lost as i try to clear the frost
the cause, i’m just so full of exhaust
once upon a time i asked god
but soon realized he was a fraud
i bawled, crawled and asked for more
i certainly could love a whore
but i stand at the door
wonder once more
look in the mirror
and realize my mind escaped through pours
my soul becomes vapor
beauty comes in many forms
dapper is norm, but i lust for eyes that storm
bodies that feel warm
and i realize that my problem is that i love the fallen
but more importantly, i love others more than i love myself
and farewell as much as i love the down and mellow