Fetched from your head

What's heard not necessarily what's said
Like thoughts fetched from your head
Visions of curiosity lots of wet dreams
Burnt candles succulent scent gets you hard it seems
It's not right to think such thoughts
Your mind rots rots
Will you think peachy things please
And tease tease
The photograph its in your head
The world is turning red
Forever climbing a never ending hill
Wishing all to be still
Swagger one leg in front of the other
Look ahead into the face of another
A haze settles in your eyes
Rest with me until it dies