Flower Or... (Radio Edit)

To the hungry, the driven gambling, impatient novice
The proud, The arrogant hunter
Impetuous youth charging blind unknowns
Sure of self, itching for game
Assumption, the lowest form of knowledge
Oblivious, treading tightrope of woven wax
Into the heat of unnamed gnawing need

She looked like honey

Her smell, sweet intoxicating obsession
Wafting, floating the currents
A dreamlike amorous timeless lure
Adorned in queen Anne's lace
Her flowered purple heart a beacon
Green youth, robust, energetic
With those eyes trimmed in black
And the blues inside
Tempting Waiting Bitter sweets

She too was hungry

Emptiness will be filled Nature abhors a vacuum
Strewn bodies, hollow shells, used up lovers cast aside
Not all are dead, though all are forever marked
They're only half digested
They're only half digested
They're only half digested
Cast away to make room for the new blood

This I know. Not all honey is sweet
This I know. Not all flowers are real
Beware the Venus



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Writer(s): Dunamis Flux-ross
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