Arms of Death.

Arms of death
it nothin left
but the text and the charm
of the arm and the fingers
and the feelings all linger
till on ideal is a constant singer,
singer never outside my comfort zone
never outside what I want.
For all that lingers is a constant change
to reject the men and women because
you are too weak to understand the
insides of the heart of human kind and
not some smart bot!

Listen you robots, all that lingers is the chance to be a
coward for what is real. You want the dreams of the fake
that cannot be real so miss out the real
that can feel. Because they; were not your dream.
Such sensationalized ideas of the state of the arms of death
you seek nothing of humanity and you want know left.
You seek nothin and nothin left.

Not some smart bot!

You think you roll around hot.
Thinking you got it all good and gone
separation from the culture of the known and
separation from every having anything really known.
Really know and achieved. And even learned of socially
learn welfare....ways and methods.
Because nothing will achieved if you expect to know and live the world
by the rules of fantasy and the phone!


Arms of death slowly a person of promise forgets and never learn social skills
only to hate the real and detest it and that is what I forget.

If you a see a bitch with a phone
never speak first.
If you see a hoe.
Never look at em.
Least to satisfy in their disrespect games.

But I won't tremble in the arms of death.