over and over a fugue,
a pattern unraveling.
Traveling from the fold and,
like silk red cloth, I feel your
skin embracing me.
Oh how I'd love to have a taste.
And how I'd love to penetrate.
But in your absense I've found
only hate.
For myself and for what I've done,
looking out through my stupid-eyes.
Yet, still I want you.
Almost like a way to wipe away
the clean rags covering
my naked body.
You know I love it dirty,
All the oil left in the sink
and all the stains left in
the sheets. A midday bath only
leaving us covered with our
own sickening need.
Addiction: what I'd give to
taste the sour,
So sweet,
So absolutely bleak,
So iviting,
And so dead.
A black wedding dress here
for your pink-morning
international address.
Let me lick your fingers clean.
I'll put a hole in my stomach
and make you bleed.
Then you can seduce me,
make me forget my dreams.
...sorry is a word i've spoken...
...but a word you should have no need to hear... |
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