Brutal Honesty

I’m a man without a home, without a religion, living only by a convict’s code, a man in whose mind anything goes;

In my opinion, wrong is all about perception, and normal only a matter of election;

I know what Im supposed to do and say, but, when people tell me what to want, those things fill me with distaste;

I see the world in shades of gray, and believe a man’s actions is not always the stuff of what he’s made, just the way that he behaves in a superficial world filled with hate–and that goes for the wolf in sheep’s clothing as well as the diamonds in the rough, for each and every one lives a lie for which in misery he’ll die;

Im a man without a mask, stripped bare to my core, no longer do I care if the world thinks Im a whore–for I am free of their hypocrisy, and live what they cant even see…

Shaped by my abuse, it made me who I am, and today I know that it’s okay to embrace my natural, carnal man;

For what do I stand to gain by living in the shame mindframe, except regrets on my dying day?

I possess a demon, her name is Lust, my beloved succubus–I call her friend, not enemy, for she liberates instead of threatens me;

Her power helps me see that a victor I can truly be;

Sweet whisperings in my ear, telling me my victim days have abruptly ceased, and that I must embrace the power in my hands today–seductively asking which one would I rather be, the predator or the prey? Indeed…

Every man has a code adjusted to his soul alone;

Whether you live safe or crazed, life’s too short to live in shame;

Dont break hearts for the sake of pain, but neither hesitate to do what your heart dictates–just your integrity maintain, bringing honesty to the game;

Keep it real, fuck ’em raw, and they’ll love you most of all–uncensored and uncut, lust is better when its blunt;

When you see the world in shades of gray, Brutal Honesty is your name…