scoptophilia

grazing and gazing

i'm a banquet for your eyes

laid bare under heat lamps

bound by your desire

swaying to the night

grinding to the beat

it may seem raw to you

but it's a well crafted disguise

you're watching me now

is this what you want to see?

break through the glass ceiling

into a prettier cage

the journey is intoxicating

but the destination's still a stage

you're watching me now

is this what you want to see?

is it synthetic? is it genetic?

what's left of me that's mine?

a reflection of an image of a body

made a product by design

they're watching me now

is this what they want to see?

i'm watching me now

is this what i want to see?