Nick Moody & His Heart At 3:28 am

why do arguments have to extend to fears of commitment
you need to get in touch with your emotions woman
i see you had to acknowledge every chick near my entourage
but when i talk about seeing you , you dissipate like a mirage
oh why do i have to love a girl who's heart is a barrage
always locked and loaded cribbing my body with bullets
im her Iran but she ran and came back so why place mine's in my mind ?
i love you , i truly do , even if i use those words as loosely as im loose but
you know its the truth
your words cuts my skin so deep it stops to bleed , only a hole of flesh is left
i havent seen you in weeks and still were arguing like before you left to a tropical breeze
but a sign of relief is that we ended our conversations on a monologue about our love
that made you laugh and made me realize that we can overcome this vice
I HATE TALKING TO YOU ON THE PHONE
that infernal machine twists my words and gives you too much power
is it the convenience of knowing every single Intel of my existence
or my voice which aggravates because im not fucking or licking
but lets disclose these technicalities because im horny and
i want you now , in 5 minutes and probably in 1 hour
stop with the jealousy and hate
im your lover and you can anticipate when im exited
so why dont we just kiss and fly while looking in each other's eyes

Nick Moody & His Mind At 3:59pm

how come feelings of emptiness settle  in perfectly
why do i always miss someone and my face turns into a frown
how painful is it to miss the sunshine
but its even worst when the sun just wont shine inside in your mind
darkness and negativity rules me , encased in coldness and distability
even the faint light into my nocturnal hole just isnt ... good anymore
i sense feelings of self-destructions all over again
everybody loves the sunshine
but i sit and wait until it rains

Nick Moody & His Mind At 2:19pm

i remember downloading cinematic hallucinations
guess last night that dream of you and me was an orgasmic situation
the way it started was more abstract then introverted
chilling near an all white school
then my friend comes over pissed off over his lover
explaining to me that shes worst then a bitch , an open relationship type of chick
and he`s absolutely not down with this
he wants his woman for himself not wanting to share his gem
so i explained that if you feel love then those feeling should be above ground
dont fuck it up because you listen to your heart
try to see an understanding between you and your lady
if she didnt love you it would of been thru even before she ''cheated'' on you
if you think about it women control the world , and were robots to there pussy
the lesser being always aiming for a well being before exhausting
not 1 man can compare anything to the sexual delicacy thats thighs and titties
or luscious full lips just barely caressing your dick
and for freaks the alluring feeling of feasting on clits like the sweetest of candy`s
ugh sociologically speaking i understood his angry attitude
but i had to digress because my women was coming faster then imminent sex
before leaving the car told my brother just be calm , dont overthink dawg !
as i slowly approach my damsel in a white dress
no wedding but a white tank top , black pants and converse sneakers
but i was hungry for cake so i became exited thinking about this date
then slowly while walking towards mademoiselle i felt this feeling in my chest
that something in my heart was breaking more like melting
and exiting through my pores like abundance sweat after escaping death
but she screamed my name and joy and squeezed me hard like a plush toy
i did the same i was finally in peace in the arms of my flame
then she pushed me on the grass in this mildly hot night 
started to unbutton my shirt and kissing my neck and chest
then looked me in the eyes and gave me this wet kiss
that was just good enough to wake every princess from there sleep
should of hired her instead of failed knights in Disney films
and we stargazed while licking our body parts
...
then woke up in my room watch the clock its 1:39 in the afternoon
and shes coming back tomorrow before noon
is it going to be a full moon or something ?

Nick Moody & His Mind At 2:25am

its probably the intoxicating feeling overtaking my being
but i miss you this late evening
im tired i feel like yawning 
but it would of been cool if i was on the phone with you talking
telling you everything you dont want to hear
while slowly asserting my love commitment
or when you diss me for speaking to much about other miss's
even if most of the time im comparing you in high regards like Isis
the queen of my dreams who caries me in her love womb
i want to make love to you during a full moon
couple hours earlier stargazing after taking a shower
i wondered how you were doing , were you thinking of me lover ?
have i crossed your mind in the mix of sweaty night and margaritas ?
honestly i think your hoping i dont drown in vagina's
but you kinda trust my control of lust
or not at all
but i miss you baby i want to see your eyes , kiss you and give you a hug

Nick Moody & His Mind At 11:54pm

let the darkness overtake me
raise the devil sigh when i feel empty inside
show love to the crowd
what crowd ? im thinking out loud again
my thoughts are attacking my mouth like bacteria
they want out , they have something to say like a war cry
raising there weapons and fingers in anger and fear
the world is to calm we need to grasp it in our palms
but there so moist from writing song and polishing guns
were not violent but our minds is wind that cut your skins
and let the blood fly away mixing with the nitrogen
will probably catch some and try human cloning
we need an army to overtake every city
reminiscing of zombie movies we want to corner every living thing
then 28 months later were standing on top of the worlds tallest tower
raising our hands so the mortals understand that this is a new movement
walk and write , smoke and take flight , eat and feast , hugs and love
this modern hippie's dream is far better then oil spills or suicides after killings

Nick Moody & His Mind At 10:02 pm

so your mad
well i want to be mad to
lets play a game of who has the best reason to throw a tantrum
lets start with you 1st
calling you made me want to throw up my 5 o'clock lunch
such aggressive lines like sniffing coke during the 80's drug wars
your not La Madrina you live in a sub-urb in Canada
so your threats and yelling only keep regressing this social interaction
but i digress and continue the story thats still unfolding
with a publicity break of 30 mins so you can rewind your emotional tapes
what are you thinking ? i can tell from your tone of voice that you got crossed
or pissed off but seriously after a day of no conversing i call and you start hating ?
from everything from me being me to recalling things that happened with other women
oh and im sorry if you feel victimized its just my mind
but clearly my psyche isnt playing tricks to me
because the 45 mins of you bashing me were real
i could almost feel your spit in my ear
and when i asked you why are you raising your voice even if i barely talk
you reply i lie , i cheat , im cheap , im a fuck , a slut , someone who's not worthy to live
questioning my values has a human being
and wondering WHY your still talking ?
these futile attempts to make me feel weak are sincere
you really wanted me to be hurt by your lyrics
how many songs had you written on the subject that i was a shallow object?
weird how 72 hours ago i had so much potential
now im not even worth a message in a bottle
but dissing and smashing tables
your as beautiful as Janet but no need for your screams
well i think that summarize your parts in me having an even darker night

Nick Moody & His Mind At 9:48pm

hottest summer in years
this was what meteorologist feared
heatwaves , dry mouths and people passing out
sweating , non - stop complaining and breezy evenings
warm nights , sex in dim lights , beside the grass
balcony's or skinny dips in neighbors pools
every action can be commandeered by our summertide
the captain told us to get undress and get wild
i dont even understand what im trying to explain
maybe because at the moment my sweater is itching my skin
summer's is calmly leaving me like an angry flame igniting on a fire
she had enough of getting 1st degree burns where it really hurts
her skin is still as soft as plush
but the lustful effects of always being erect are starting to bore her horizon
young man scared of commitment cant get a chick whos ready to start a family
he cant tell her to go away because everyday he wishes for her to stay
how unfortunate for her to have this abnormal adventure with a sexual vulture
always sky high circling the air all day and all night only comes down to feast
feast on the exquisite taste of her lips
nope it doesnt taste like meat but flesh from a goddess
is my inner cannibalism coming out while im writing ?
or probably its the impact of downloading Hannibal Lecter movies before rolling
and wishing that she comes back soon because im hungry for her physique
why do you hurt me so much when i lust your brains and body parts ?
kiss me soon hopefully before noon thats where the sun is at is highest
as the last days of summer are going to manifest themselves