Why are the lights turned out?
What is it we are doing here?
Where did I lose my reason?
Who are you past the blur?
Why are the lights turned out?
Skin on skin, eyes look for sight
Senses have been drank dull
Our desire met without resist
What is it we are doing here?
Robot sex machine serve thy master
Programmed for action, not for thought
No romance needed, we play our part
Where did I lose my reason?
Poison trickles through my veins
Lust, Saturday night’s special
Unleash the beast; my aims to please you
Who are you past the blur?
Two too many sips
One too many mistakes
Bad decisions served best if forgotten
Did you know the sections of our brains that controls our primal needs is barely evolved past the point of a lizard's brain? And interestingly, alcohol dulls our higher senses while that part of our brain realizes endorphins; I think that's all so ironic. Sorry, that's way too scientific to be poetic. But this is a lovely commentary on one nights stands and it definitely captures the sense of regret and loneliness after. X's and O's
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good write.Priceless lesson to be learned from this one!