Fairytale

Between the normalcy of the repetition. I've conquered my past and demons unspoken. Relying on my instincts to survive and maintain, arguing with thoughts of yesterday bestowed. Into the belly of the best, with an addiction I've yet to beat. Honesty and self preservation. At the bottom of the hill Gods spoken, the days sift together into dreams unbroken. She walks around with false pride and sexual aggression. Words and past deeds displayed, hunger for a touch awoken.