never identified kinetic intensity 4: everything, unusually, borders a nicely kinetic system
by jeremy cannon
Dead at night, the night yells fright,
I see her creeping in my dreams.
You don't know the calm, dry lip balm,
is what's causing me to scream.
Her feary speeds inside my chest,
i'll never get any rest,
it's like an unescapable pest,
and it jumps out in a ghostly cry.
My body is possessed,
it's trying to make me obsessed,
it's putting me to the test,
the lust is the bloodlines in my eye.
I won't give in to it, I know it will quit,
I know my love is true to heart.
I ain't in it for the sex, wouldn't care if it was next,
her memory will never part.
The games between us are sick,
like the dawgie and the stick,
like the stamp and the lick,
do you understand my thought?
It's bleeding in me quick,
and just a point and click,
my death has taught the trick,
as my everything rots.
