The King Charles Era

The King Charles Era
New sound, new style, still the same loser.

Stepford freedom

This post is produced by 9th Wonder.

I dont want
To say
I miss you.

I'd rather stay
Here with you.

I spent the last 30 minutes scanning my timeline.
I found recipies and reasons to make fortunes.
As I drafted this entry, my desire to be The Mr. Marcus of traditional romance accelerated.

I dont want
To say
I miss you.

I'd rather stay
Here with you.

I now want a mansion with a beautiful pool.
To have a wife would mean to cook recipies found on the same timeline she's seen on and cook them as she lays on a pool float.
Serve her.
I'd probably have rare 9th joints playing through the Bose house system.
I'd be her personal pool boy.

I dont want
To say
I miss you.

I'd rather stay
Here with you.

As this 9th beat gets more diabolical by the second, I remind the celestial beauties of Thriller.
Ive been masking my beast.
Hiding my preoccupation with death.
For your smile.
For your smiles.

I am who you need protection from.

I'm some Gothic ass kid.
On some Gothic ass shit.

The laboratory of consistency is open again.
Should I create a species to fall in love with?
Can a creation comprehend love from its creator?
How can I make sure they dont go rogue?
How can I not power trip?

I dont want
To say
I miss you.

I'd rather stay
Here with you.

Sadly, it's
Magic, Miss.
I gotta care about your happiness.
Magic is
My happiness.
I share it with you for your happiness.

Your desire is the flesh of purity.
The meat of nature.
I provide my whole self for you.

I need more.
For you.

My happiness is magic.
Music is my fleshbloodandbone.

I starve.

I dont want
To say
I miss you.

I'd rather stay
Here with you.

My stomach acid melts the butterflies.
The cottonballs go, too.

I starve.

By the time you love me, I wouldve returned to my cocoon.

You will know when I do.

And these words will never ring truer.

I dont want
To say
I miss you.

I'd rather stay
Here with you.

This post is produced by 9th Wonder.




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