Excess and prowess
Like a beggar with a bed at night
You can't abstain from yourself
Empty flesh forsaking beauty for its illusion
Hide behind your nakedness
Wrap it tightly around you
A transparent display of
Excess and prowess
Like a beggar with a bed at night
Living lavishly regardless
How lonely can one man be
To beg the world for just one glance
Buckling insatiably
Standing knee deep in vanity
Blank cold stares
Fill me with purpose
I may be
Lusting but never untrue
You sing a cynic's sorrow
And yet we're making eyes
So where does your pride lie
I obsess over what I detest
Flaunting comfort like a birthright intentions can't mask
The facts your tact is paper thin
Black tongued and brooding Antagonistic and unassuming
Calloused and careening toward emptiness
Emptiness