In the Dark

In the dark I lay with hands folded behind my head
Wishing of time and moment
Thinking of minds and tongues
That hang out like dogs when things get heated
Scratches and bruises appear at the front of ones chest
As women make sounds of broken brakes
And men beat there chest for supremacy

In the dark I lay hands together under cheek
Wishing of death to live
Thinking of Christ and Gentiles
His life beaten like a crumpled weed in the masters garden
Grown out of place with the same color and function
A sore in the gardener's eyes, a symbol of imperfection
The desecration of a single stem began the roots of the many seeds
Harmless in the wind, injecting into gardens across the valleys

In the dark I lay hands apart, palms down
Wishing for love
Thinking of hate
She got away, so let her go, maybe I should call her tomorrow
This love can't be blind, I just need glasses
Better yet contacts to win the social perspective
For if they think I'm cute then who can resist me, right?
She'll be mine again, I'll lock her away with my love
Now, which club should I hit up tomorrow

In the dark I lay one hand under my side the other hanging
Wishing for chocolate cake with white frosting
thinking of the difference tween you and I
Separated by hate and no one really knows why
Abandoned and forgotten of who died on both sides
We want forty acres and a mule and they want to live in peace
Covered in sheets holding onto our necks with one leash
Their faces are as colored as ours

In the dark I lay one hand against the wall the other across my chest
Wishing of her
Thinking of sex
"How I love thee let me count the ways" is that how it went?
Or shall I quote Shakespeare as I rub her back with the tip of my dick
Freaky shit that can never exist
But venture into my mind to see how freaky I can be

In the dark I lay one hand under my head the other on my ass
Wishing for acceptance
Thinking denial
Rejection, low self esteem and lack of confidence imprison my rhyme
Today someone said I was stupid and I replied with nothing
Maybe it was more, displaying a mask of untarnished grins and laughs
A quick wit to return the favor
And so it goes on, till next time the little boy is lashed with a whip

In the dark I lay my hands are gone
There's nothing to hold
Its's time to let go
Dive into the deep realm of my imagination
Create infinite dreams of wish fulfillment
Light appears to reveal the lost sense of control
No one to move me...
No one speaks...
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*beep*beep*beep*beep*beep (alarm clock)