I know not what I am now.
I know not what I could be.
I know not what I should be.
All I know is the lack of decency according to the common man’s principles.
All I know is the decadence of my overpowering urges that take hold and strangle me.
All I know is the smell of musk that wafts from your pits, your sack, your every pore.
All I know is the desperate need to hide in the shadows to pursue the forbidden fruit that is my sex, that is your flesh, that I have been told no, no, no for so long.
All I know is the games I play that exist to give birth to a confidence no real person can carry.
I know nothing of love songs
Just lust songs
My swan songs to the world.