vulnerability of a naked soul
receiving the threat of a sharp knife held towards a head
it made me feel that way when met with your bizarre stares with hate.
is it disturbance, or is it pleasure that I have;
haven’t figured it out but I enjoyed the stares you directed, yet.
everybody says it’s vulnerable to be naked in front of some;
it’s something to be ashamed of and a source of disgust.
but I don’t believe in physicality, it’s a made-up shit.
whereas I feel vulnerable since my soul is naked.
I find myself a thought criminal for glamorizing the bad
pardon me but pain is good, evil is my friend.
if you just walk by me with your hateful stares, someday we’ll collide, if you keep me and kiss me in the neck, baby, we’ll unite.
24 February, 2021