Whitney

Whitney took me to her apartment
it was very impressive to see
she had pictures on the wall
of men I once wished I could be

She had long black hair, perfect teeth
and a smile that lit up the room
being with her was like a storm coming
that impending feeling of doom

I stroked my finger across her record player 
it look unused in-fact
she was non-religious but spiritual
and lately her soul was under attack

Many times I felt like the attacker 
i was always so violent with souls
back-alley drug parties 
are where the fresh souls mingle with old

The wool carpet led me to a room
a room I assumed was her closet
who on earth would have a room like this
and not even think to lock it

I opened the door & wandered in
my eyes so shocked from the view
I viewed foul images and years of regret 
and for these things, money can’t help you

You can never escape me 
Whitney 
i’ll never look good without you
without your stories and advice
id never know what a mans to do. 

i’l