Sweeter than sugar and intoxicating as the wine.
Then came the big turbulence and the storm,
I was forced to behave beyond the norm.
I was a dead form,
A decaying worm,
A nasty germ,
Felt like a wasted sperm.
The will to go forward was unstable and in a sway,
She fu*ked my mind and ate it away.
I was not firm,
Not on my term,
Had to confirm,
Whether I was a wasted sperm.
The night was scary, it was pitch dark,
You fed my mind with worthless crap.
I had to affirm,
This prison term,
Had to stand firm,
To prevent myself from being a wasted sperm.