Curls

The reborn of desire
crushes the air of my lungs.
I must be losing my mind,
I must be blurring my soul.
Throw away all your drawbacks,
put your senses in bloom.
Because my whole breath
is trapped in a whirl.
The noisy touch of your ego
would take me to the unknown.
I’m like electricity now.
Run, go.
Made of sugar and fire,
king of opium and lust.
Strange people I see always remind me of you.
Take me away to your planet,
I just want you to know
I’ve memorized all your curls.
The noisy touch of your ego
would take me to the unknown.
I’m like electricity now.
Run.
Destruction, confusion, reaction.