like a bee serving its tiresome lord
hypnotised, open eyes, in to suck the pain away
she multiplies over and over
panting, exhausted, no way to survive
stuck in the monotonous hive
she spins in circles tangled in her mind
can’t somebody else be your queen?
dystopian solipsism in it’s purest form until my next life
pure passion gone, fucking is simply that
but, how can one stand out in a hive?
because you’re no longer bees to her
you are wasps in disguise.