I Am Meant To Be, Whatever You See Poem by Abby Kimball

You want flesh,
And they want you to be kept,
From the evil of the eyes,
Imagine their surprise,

When they find you in bed,
But they already got a plan,
They like to plan ahead,

Tests give us nerves,
We drown em in booze,
We take our lives from the seduction of the eyes,
They can’t wait to make you mine,

We lay in bed,
Not so right in the head,
They warn us to stop biting,
With the lovers of bloodshed

We communicate like mimes,
Like children eating limes
Driving in circles,
Around, around time,

We get laughs
Through the cracks of the court,
We're attached to the past
Our recollection cut too short,

We want flesh,
We try, and try, to be kept,
Attempt to look through your eyes,
I don’t know what I am supposed to see,
I'm meant to be