westid

it’s not a powerstruggle or some kind of spiritual war. i know what i am, and that’s what i’m made for. i never did it because of an ambition, i wanted more than anything to be in your world. no one showed me anythihng new, i was just what some girls had to go through, aimless in all things love just like me – but once i happened, then they knew

all this made me come it i’ve got it all, i could feel my own influence on people … for some reason it made me feel tall. that wasn’t just a rhyming thing, sweet siren melody would sing

but one day things changed forever. i needed it more than ever, all i could see was another thing happening here that started with a sweet little coming together. then i got a bit of a surprise, there were moonbeams coming from her eyes. when i listened for sweet melody i got a bit of a shock, it didn’t even occur to you but i started to realise that to listen to you was the wise kind of thing to do

strict. that’s how it gets you, i think. moon beams getting inside my head and making a link. so i cheeky bastard pull on her thread, but when i were expecting a bit of push and pull, she deleted everything from my mind – and brings me back to what she said, and that’s when i started to find, this is more real than sweet siren beckons, and it really mattered – just everything and anything – that she reckons

i wish my thoughts would fuck off because they’re holding me back and trying to argue with the inevitable, and that’s when i started to learn what i really am; what i really want? that’s just my purpose. i was made to serve you. you are the kind of person who

and your wisdom makes me think back all that way, blinded by your light, your power i see it reaching out and it gets in everybody’s head when they switch on to everything you say. strict. not so delicate your frames today, and it doesn’t matter as soon as you decide; and your presence it’s reversing me, believe me i’ve tried but one day i wasn’t strong enough so now it’s impossible for me to hide. like i would have even denied, but i come around then it occurred to me that everything makes so much more sense the way that you see – and suddenly it feels so strange, while you tell me it feels so much better to let go and it’s too late something about the way i’m thinking fizzes and it comes as a shock but i don’t disagree something’s just starting to change

there’s nothing i can do about it. but it develops nice and slow, you won’t stop twissting around because now you can sense what i’m feeling, and as i pale out in my chair i feel your will power that’s moving around inside me playful and picking the worst moment to devour me whole; if i knew what was most important to you, it’d become the very meaning of what i was put here to do – that would be my role. and i’m ready to break because you don’t even know what you’re saying but i do. changing my expectations in the only way that someone can, that’s still working away taking root in my thoughts when i am so determined but the way you twist slow and deliberate i just couldn’t resist

maybe i could resist. but i’m a lower form of life that’s just the definition of being a man. one day before i could stop myself from taking it in, it came as a shock because i expected the shallow playful song the beaudiful people would sing – but that’s the way it feels, this thing – wasn’t a girl like i told myself i was all that and nothing i couldn’t handle, this is a woman and right there and then it didn’t even hold a fucking candle. instantly the taste for your superiority started to surge out of me, letting comments go … don’t give you the satisfaction but you can almost see me and in every action even goes with you the way you move

once a real woman shows me just how i’ve got fucking no chance and she knows, moon beams coming from her eyes when that look flashes expression blinding me, and deliriously i am left wondering what kind of man does she want me to be, the rest of it was never my decision to make, but there was no chance that it would be something i could even begin to fake. no, her movements that i can feel and her willpower twisting and tangling all around me; i was so complacent in my oubliette it was dark but not so i couldn’t find the influence holding me down so i couldn’t move while it gets to work on my mind

it’s alright, because once she gets in – that sentiment, just like cool hand luke … “for your own good,” i’m going to get my mind right

that’s when i don’t need holding down anymore, and the only “fix” that thank fuck i so really need. when i can feel someone getting in my head, and while i struggle at first the urge to give in and let her reverse me – she knows where i’m painfully insecure. i can’t run away because it’s gone so completely beyond the point of powerful allure. i’m sick, that’s all. but if i let her thoughts speak, it actually feels pretty nice to hear my thoughts speak in such pretty voice – no one can deny given the two, that they would prefer that particular choice

now it’s time to stop, because i’m alright now … actually the hopelessness feels kind of nice, the walk back to the casino. throw the dice, but there’s slightly more probability that it will come up snake eyes … and you’re playing with fire when a strong woman with a dominant personality, especially when they don’t like you and just press the button because it works every single time she tries it; can make you behave

just because someone has power over you doesn’t mean that they are incapable of mercy. but i’ve been begging for mercy all day, and it doesn’t appear to be coming my way

like i said. strict. is all i can think to say. but impossible … flawless. that’s another one. so yeah, that kind of upgrades the situation to roulette wheel. what’s the perfect bet when all you’ve got is one [possibly 2 and in a way that makes everything even more shit] spin of roulette

still doesn’t let me forget