The Heart Squirts

Musically obsessed with confessed words
Nothing way better than living in hearths of hearts
Burning in flames, enraged inflames , goddamn life damn my sucking curse
Living in beauty, dying for love; cheating housewives, am lied with ‘em, gone-innocence sucks
And am... one pervert gone too far... (heck!)
Am gone too far ....can’t revert back
Am damn sunk to dilemma ...quite stumbling to drag ahead
Am lost in my own ...being forgotten, entrapped
Forbidden fruit, I was - the poison, I became that’s lost its venom, instead

Neither am alive nor will ev’r be
My mind’s being spoiled & the heart’s my next to get stitched

And, I’m ... (!)
Am hurt by own regret ...became one of my own deadly threats
Am none across such wounds, but one lost tint - faded ov’r sunsets
Am beaten by fest-past ...have no life to give it some rest
Hi housewives, you wanna get your fist-fetched
Bloody, fetish ... click clack!
May be, I’ve known much ‘bout ‘tis world ..
I’m... ye, now am in need, in want to have my goddamn mind damn reset

Either am being happy or drooled with ecstasy 
Life’s such a game wrapped in love that has things always quite messy 

So, I hold a pen & dig thoughts deep down in damn words
(Goddamn, am rhythmically obsessed with musical words  - 
Oh my confessed heart!)
Nothing way better than being lost in love-life - the iife ...
...that’s further imbued with some fire raised engraved in hearths of hearts -
(Goddamn, am musically obsessed with rhythmic words  -
Oh such a confessed heart - damn it squirts).

Ps. The sequel of "The Heart Squirts" is written in given link:
http://frameuponthehearts.blogspot.in/2015/11/heart-squirts-ii.html?zx=13b1bccfca2b2360