Feeble

Romantic notion intertwined with sordid reality is the nemesis, little crowds that peck at your brain, but crows are smarter and nicer, murder pack to watch your back, and bring you shiny baubles which are worth more than those imaginary foibles

Dreaming in technicolor fantasies of daddies and princess tulle, hold me, spoil me, only me, saccharine sweetness that in no way measures out to real he, as when he's balls deep he's not thinking of your sweet feelings, it's all animal and less evolved.

Don't fool yourself, little girls and little boys, daddy isn't kind, daddy is soft and trying to assert but through fallacy and misdirection, phallic prestidigitation, runs his score, wanna be big man thinking small

It could all be so much better, not having to pretend that this is what it is, a mere flash in the pan, but a harsh moment that holds up to the light without having to worry about ruining the mirage, the good man oasis

it's all just fantasy

Open your eyes