You don’t know how the sun sets,
You degrade and break your catch beyond dusk,
‘Till you’ve gotten your approval,
Enduring your pleasure as you rest;
Letting her trudge in the streets,
Never to see herself again.
Denial sounds a gunshot,
Less an ego to be put through;
Humiliation seems appeasing in your eyes;
You say she gave you only what you knew.
What will you earn from what you’ve done?
You let her skin crumble for long enough—
Finish her off like she was nothing,
But don’t forget to receive your blame.
To think one day could defeat norm,
In one way it stings too hard,
Too experienced to blend emotion—
So let me hold me against my own will.
And a thrust will shatter,
Not just the flesh—or so they say;
Demolish one thing after another
And think of it as just one sick trick.
In every way you’re caught,
Ignorant or abstaining your grief,
No matter how hard you try to laugh,
You won’t tend to think the things she thought.
Don’t prove to be brazen
From such a perilous feat.
You can’t hold a virgin with a single finger,
Let time tell until you become meek.
Until you’ve seen dawn turn to dusk,
And don’t hold yourself back.
