Trust No Man Without A Vice

   Devon, mine amigo, dig this write man... Lord, he knows that I am a heathen of a man, with his vices... Here is one o' my vices man,., Quick 2 minute write right heres' that have forgotten abouts:

She is addicted to my mind

And my minds eye

The fast black ride I take her on

She wants,,, More

More than this worlds monsters can give her

And so, I feed her

And satisfy that ancient wicked snake lust

Taken her back home

Addicted to her sweet lies

Rolled off as soft lace from her cannabis tongue

And smooth as lies told to a child

Slowly changing my perspective of her

Of her heathen art work

The model always changes by varying degrees in the eye of the artist,

From what it first was,

Varying slowly in my eyes,

Oh, She,

She is far from a world of pure,

Am I the only one

Wrapped in barbed wired

And carefully send back home

For her white wedding,

Laced in ash,

And for the taste of innocence lost