Paramour

the thing i love to hate, the pleasure in pain
captivating me, left never breathing again
gasping for air, drowning in the sweet sorrow
can't sleep, i wouldnt see you tomorrow
last chance for until whenever, seems like eternity
heat of the moment is at a distance, yet burning me
the yearning concerning the matters of our relationship
soviet, the unified, steadily joined at the hip
cherish every moment as i'm to perish
tomorrow ain't promised, so we gotta make it today
every day we have has to outdo the last

Put It On Paper

when i put it on paper
tell your mind and eyes to beware
because the contents of the manuscript
could blind you and have you in a daze
since what i put on paper is toxic
if you're strong, you will stand
be the weakling, and it will eat through you
when i put it on paper, i dont want a censor
to regulate what i write
my paper is a show during the big game, a spectacle
i'm baring everything, as long as my pen doesnt fail
i will write what i want, say what i want
cuss when i want, and create what i want
on this paper
jus like i am now, i continue to put it on paper