Your Heart Is Beating In My Hands

You thought it was the end
Hoping for oblivion
Only to find awareness
Rising from the ashes
Life can be murder
A ceremony of foolishness
Your heart is beating in my hands
Speaking the truth
Marking time with wisdom
Men like strange pussy
Women want what they want
After the sex
They collapse in each other's arms
Awaiting the first rays of dawn
After the day breaks
I still want to see you
Not on some twisted turns
Derailed by the rules of society
Some kind of fragmented honesty
Because we are so used to the lies
Whatever makes us comfortable
Needs to be shredded
As we look at each other
I see your eyes and your lips
Fragile is your soul
Not beyond repair
The hustlers die regardless
Of their cheap treasure
You are not one of them