I spent most of the night rambling on about this girl I'll never be with.
I must commend my friend for listening to my pitiful analogies and expressions.
Ive been a nonbeliever for many years now, but when our eyes met
The only thing i could feel was
So seemingly supernatural
I'd give my ******* left arm to feel her kiss.
I really didn't think this sort of thing was real,
Until her smile turned me into an addict
Her voice
Veiled all those things
Im not supposed to know

You couldn't blame me
if you
Could see her
Take everything I own
Set it ablaze
Taking for granted the very Foundation
Of the structure
Of my life,
Why?
Because her face
Is beyond the will of any god to change.
Her mouth conveys
The mind of an unknown Goddess
Beyond reach
Beyond reason
Beyond the repercussions of such
treason.
Beyond.
Her hands electromagnetic
Body beyond ecstasy
Overdose on her  
So called flaws
And imperfect complexity
Out of reach
Fires would have to be set
Lives ruined
Chains people depend on
Broken at their feet
It's not fair
For anyone
But her hands are electromagnetic
Her voice
Hypnotic
Her smile
Unbearable
Raw
     Excruciating
Attraction
Life altering
Magic
      In her
      Gaze
I awaken everyday
Unphased by the obstacles
Life has placed between us
This is unhealthy
      I know
But there is
Something I can't explain
Just underneath
The subtlety of her
Words.
Something beyond me

Her eyes break the silence
In my mind
                 There are sirens
To fill this place out
Ive memorized your face
This is unhealthy
I place your face in
Precarious positions
This intimate emersion
                  This rare inertia
A system of push
Pull me almost close enough
To hear what you are really saying
But for me to survive
              Must hide from
This energy
           Time for work

What year is this?
The propaganda fills the brainless heads of poor human hate zombies
Their hate fueled on by meaningless
memes of reality contradicting
What year is this?
I am called white guilt
Terror sympathy
I am to blame
According to the populace
I only write fact
I save opinion for the ears of those closest
Cognitive dissonance
Behind the twitches and jerks
I shut them out
They have a voice
An orange face of greed
Of ignorance
A demagogue
To be defeated

Her name alone
The mere thought of the sound
Replaces love
My baby girl

We've armed God to the teeth
Ready to **** indiscreetly
Through his
Favorite little sheep
We rabble babble on
Never forget
The power of
The tower
The Babylon of freedom's
Worthless lie
The ignorant that curse
This land
The first to fight
The last to think
This worldwide
Disease of thoughtless homicide
No peace
        No not on your TV
No
Not on your flat screen
HD **** machines
I scroll habitually
Programmed emotionally
Can't stop reacting
Stroking that enormous
Ego
Blood flows wherever we go
Spreading that capital
Anywhere habitable
Masters of our own destruction
Racing to the end without reluctance

If I were a believer
I'd leave her
at the alter of my eye
Sometimes It's better
To let go of forever
Than to have to say
Goodbye