Kill

Creeping, throbbing
saunter from corner to wall
trying to part the whispers from shouting and calls
this will is itching
this want is making me soar
what is expected, to seem a happy whore

come on let's kills this
demands and notions
all this commotion is not worth it
come one just give this
a second coming
an age is dawning with all smiles and laughter

one foot forward will you be catching my fall
once i give i know you'll be claiming more
you've had me scratching
you have been talking me soar
what is expected, to carry you in my arms