You see this?
This is an experiment
All gaze on me
To the detriment
Living in the lens
Is an element
Of the 80s
And the millennium
You can judge the things you see
It’s a relationship between you & me
Just know that I see the things that you see
The judgement is a proof of the accuracy
I am just a pawn in the game of this
Pawn as in chess not Porn as in this
You can make a choice with a flick of your wrist
Touch that, make it wet, give it a kiss
Are you wet when you see this?
Do you often bite your lip?
Do you slide the foreskin down
and rub the cum around the tip?
I can touch you but you cant touch me
My life is changing indefinitely
I am freezing a legacy
With a fraction of time caught in ‘purgatory’
my choice is your choice ultimately
I can control what you think and see
reaching you by delivering me
You can’t hold but you feel the key
Is it the artist or the muse that makes history?
Is the self portrait a modern mystery?
Is narcissism the truth behind artistry?
Is narcissism the brains behind artistry?
Is narcissism the veins inside artistry?
Is narcissism the blood that runs artistry?