Noir

This My love letter to the darkness I love you Noir Dear Noir, we often spar like the gods spar Your hand in my face, reminding me of Narduar We're gods of war. I see something like Allah's rapport You yelled at me through the closet door But I can still smell your scent. It reminds me of trails of mint But Hell's intent ain't when males repent So, I acted a little harder and banged my hand against the door Like a father who had fought with his daughter Oedipus and Electra You know that confused state when either you are pissed or protector Just analyze the psycho. The little boy who turned into a man But never took his hand off the Tyco A vicious cycle. Where blight becomes the plight of the heart And the only light that sparks is on the light pole Noir, you are infinite darkness My letter to the night, truly yours, infant in darkness Baby got curves like words with C's U's and M's And she's using him. This joker, keeping her in gem studded chokers If he feed and clothe her than maybe he can stroke her But she keep leading him on She wanna be taken out as soon as he gets home If he treat her right then he'll be kept warm But if he leave at night then there's no love for him And he better keep his bitch on a short leash When he take her out for fish on the north beach And she walking with a switch like she wants meat She got a seven year itch and it haunts me And I can still smell her scent It reminds me of trails of mint But Hell's intent ain't when males repent Noir, head out the car and away she went