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?