Power and Immunity

 Power and Immunity

~ Miss A



So delicate, yet so upfront, in this game, you get front,

There's decay and self sabotage, let them have the power,

Against you, head soul mind and body, all taken,

For once seemingly, it could sound like a mistake, yet unshaken,

And you choose to do it deliberately instead, let 'em take control,

Shredded bodies full of protein and muscles, testosterone telling,

To make a move, show off, a little violence, a little over the top,

Find a place, all efforts, all delicate, spoken and soft,

And let the permissions escape, as if all immunity is taken and exchanged,

In shift and decline, instincts so feline, fast-track implementation,

And then to give it all, to be accepted, ego grinding pain,

Sweet sweet suffrance, crawl and beg to complete the segment.


Under the shirt, under the skin, under the ribs,

Where the fucking heart lies, past that to the ties,

All cave thoughts cave in, you and I, as fragile as nile,

Slowly and slowly the tension seethes, and betray the calm,

The power rises again, no immunity to anyone,

Reckless and regardless of results, the wallflower thrives,

Just an inch higher, just a fragment up, vile-juvenile,

No just served, no words spoken, said all by the eyes,

Guys clenched, begging merging into a state of emergency,

The tiny thread that held us, turning into a rope,

And have it round our necks; lord no, where was I.


The bugs found the beacteria, a resistance that preys immunity,

All build over years, and learnings of life, falling,

The nerves working three hundred percent, yes yes yes,

Why do I sync to heartbeats and breath other than mine,

Adjourned and commenced, your arrival, truncated time,

All blind, wating for approval, all tries and tries,

Until a slip slips and chemicals asks tripping for more,

Attention spared, this power dynamic is frail,

With another slip the immunity dies, repercussions jailed,

Look for comfort, the demons beheld, soul conversation,

Until it's not a slip anymore, it's a doctor's note,

I want you and you're mine, there's that antidote.


Powers crushed, no one holds and all does at same time,

Until it's not as sensitive, and dig for sensations far worse,

How to explain this need to going all power in, to other,

Let the beast inside the room, and ruin each other,

Would I be able to exert it to you, my baby so pure,

Hold back, and wait for the reconcile, into you, under them,

In over a second, there are not setbacks, no boundaries,

Heaven is a place, and its route is pretty terrifying,

Can we trust, we have to, to and fro all over all again,

Dance and go pro, from now on, all this powers belongs to me,

Until you have the courage to conquer, maybe for a while I guess,

It's just us, no escape, we're fucked up, this won't be over,

Power shifts, 

dynamics, immunity flickers, oh lord, oh lord. 




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