My mistress

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When I get into the deepest of depressions

I begin to ask the deepest of questions

Saturday nights in the deepest reflection

Seems like I’m stuck in my deepest inception

Questions in my head of reality and existence

Keep returning to me with the perfect persistence

I tried to keep em away by keeping my distance

Still no answer, so I bring em to my mistress

She answers my questions, and holds my head high

I embrace her mind as well as her inner thigh

She grabs hold of my back, with her wings I can fly

But no matter how high we get, we still can’t past the sky

And even when failure is sure to be shown

I’d rather fail to fly than to never have flown

I know they say to leave my mistress alone

But Id rather grow old with her then to never have grown

She floats my boat when others would sink

She opens my eyes when others would blink

She captivates my mind when others struggle to think

She leads me to the fountain when others struggle to drink

And even when hatred is sure to be there

I’d rather breathe through her heart than to breathe fresh air

I’d rather love her dearly then to pretend I care

I’d rather shine with her then to watch the glare

She shows me the darkness and what they hide from the light

She shows me the real truth, not what the masses deemed right

She showed me true vision when television polluted my sight

She gave me true confidence when I entered this fight

And even when my thoughts are nowhere around

I’d rather loose them with her than for them ever be found

I don’t care if my other friends aren’t down

I’d rather get high with her then to stay on the ground