My Body Is A Battlefield

Two eyes, a thousand faces

Two lips, they follow the traces

I can't forget, I don't remember neither

Tease like a traitor

The tongue is the leader

Sweat stains, not that it matters

What remains, is perfectly scattered

Flickering lights

And it's all undulating

Amongst all the fighting

The forces are mating

My body is a

My body is a

My body is

A battlefield, a battlefield,

A battlefield, a battlefield

My body

My body is a

My body

My body is a

My body

My body is

A battlefield, a battlefield,

A battlefield, a battlefield

Two eyes, exploring motion

Two lips, the roots of erosion

I don't recall, I can't erase it neither

The hand is the vanguard

The land is the bleeder

Two eyes, over stimulated

Two lips, slowly saturated

This vast crevice

Drones in the distance

The last of a species

The scent of resistance

Sweat stains, desires have drained

Feeble attempts but still not satisfied

Everything is swallowed

At the end of the page

Fingers keep marching

Until I disengage

T-t-traces, my body is a

T-t-traces, my body is a

T-t-traces, my body is

A Battlefield, a battlefield

A Battlefield, a battlefield

My body

My body is a

My body

My body is a

My body

My body is

A battlefield, a battlefield

A battlefield, a battlefield

T-t-traces, my body is a

T-t-traces, my body is a

T-t-traces, my body is

A Battlefield, a battlefield

A Battlefield, a battlefield

Sweat stains, not that it matters