I walk the night
You grab my sight
You know my plight
I squeeze you tight
You quote your fee
You smile at me
You make me free
You entrap me
We go upstairs
You raise my hairs
You tease, I dare
You wince, I scare
"I'm so sorry!"
"Don't you worry."
"Please...don't hurry..."
My heart scurrys
You're on your knees
You move to please
My strength just flees
I've lost my needs
You try to hide
Your eyes, they're wide
Last night I cried
Tonight I died
It all makes me wonder
what makes me plunder
gentle souls with no control
then crawl into my own mindhole?
Why stand above my own sad actions
and blame them on human reactions?
I know I do what makes me warm
despite the guilt and pain and harm
that befalls me when I look back
and see my mind and life have cracked.
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