Tell Me A Story

Tell me a story and make it rich,
Please keep in mind I’m very fond of twists
Don’t hesitate to contradict
I’ve been conditioned not to reflect
Never to learn, never to feel
Just to consume and self to conceal
Coated with dust, obscured and shorn
Not to be sought but stumbled upon
Your lips are stone, your breath is harm
Your kisses hurt but your touch is charmed
Steeped in our shame, pickled in pain
Deadened in life we live just the same
Never to learn, never to feel
Just to consume and self to conceal