Fragments of a Female Consciousness….

nothing more than neurotic & divinely chaotic thoughts.

Love addict: I see you star, watching from afar…….

 

Just a love addict, a moth to a flame.

Seeing you walk into a trap,

Like watching a car crash in slow motion

I can see your star

Watching from afar.

 

Burning, heading for a smash

There is nothing to be done

This game is not for fun,

And soon you will be gone.

 

A whore with your heart

You cant keep the two apart

Giving the game away at the start.

You were warned you will loose,

But to walk the line you did choose.

 

You thought it a gamble you should take.

All the outsiders could see your mistake.

Just a love whore,

Deep down you know the score.

 

In love with a heart

That will never give back

Feel the pulse, feel the pulse

A heart under attack

 

Hearts they collect like dead numbers.

Egotistical validation

A number on a page

A heart lost in their cards.

 

Lips and black eye lashes,

A neon life, come to me,

Come to me

They cannot see, do you see?

 

Hearts led to the slaughter

Just a nobody’s son or daughter.

A car crash waiting to happen.

A death sentence,

A heartbreak addict.

 

They prey on your ash

Just a game to be won,

Winner takes all.

They hold onto your strings,

Outsider’s watch as they pull

 

In love with a heart

That will never give back

Feel the pulse, feel the pulse

A heart under attack

 

Nothing but an addict,

Like a dealer he will feed your habit.

Not many will follow you and that white rabbit.

Your spent bones, something to collect,

Just a pile of stones.

 

It is not gender specific,

Just a tick and flick,

Witty marketing that will stick.

External love is all you seek.

A reflection at your dimly lit Bathroom sink

You see your own soul,

And feel the burn, fill the hole.

 

Those heart collectors,

Those dealers feeding your habit,

Their own purpose they will serve,

They will chew you up and spit you out.

In the end you will be lost,

But at what cost?

 

You leave your heart out

Like a candy to be taken

Your very being already fucken forsaken.

 

In love with a heart

That will never give back

Feel the pulse, feel the pulse

A heart under attack

 

They don’t care if you burn

And then they whisper,

Now its your turn.

 

A crash waiting to happen,

In slow motion we watch,

There is nothing to stop the clock.

 

Your death through your addiction,

Is as sure as the sun will sleep,

Keep going and,

You must know your heart they will keep.

 

In love with a heart

That will never give back

Feel the pulse, feel the pulse

A heart under attack

 

DC

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