The idol from my sins
become real
this moment is not longer alive
on me. My acts are just to reproduce
her tongue, her hips, her mouths
instead of life I round her sex as a toy
to play with me. My feelings
doesn’t matter, my thoughts are only she
I just belong to nowhere
because her sexy desirable body.
My love is not real love
just the game she gives me
only with her images.
My life is just avoiding
everything because I won’t reach her
but only reach me with this
my neurotic avoiding from here.
Where my idol is? Only in my mind
I’m a nowhere man, I’m all my sins.

“The nevrotic architecture of my dreams” art from Nathalie Arini at X.com