Reproductive

Returned Venus, love is meaningless For the first twenty-five And I guess that's alright with me Life gets tricky when you're breaking Curses from another life In the hopes that the next one will be A reward for all the strife I hold within me So much that it's almost comical At best, I'm exceedingly protean And at worst I'll never know peace Reproductive and destruction From which I can't come back And God knows I know that, but still I'll stay focused on my purpose Done holding myself back The world will do that for me (Thank you, rocking hours) And the off chance I have a moment of clarity It magnifies the ugly truth I'll make sure the evil ends here with me If it's the only thing I do Returned Venus, death is seamless When you sharpen the knife There's a chance you might not even bleed