You said by embracing you,
to the degree of suffocation,
I would feel no more pain
and we would reach
the height of our intimacy,
the burning fever
of close feelings.
But you are a lying angel.
how sweet can you be
while corrupting a
woman's dignity?
You thought one promise
could be used to relieve
me of my tight muscles,
yet you've made me this
damn aimless....
falling straight into condemnation
from crawling back
to see your omens in action-
I am diseased enough to keep
craving the way your face
teases me, in the middle
of a dreamless night.
My motives are useless,
my addiction absolutely
helpless.
I love when you say it all
with your silences. It
punctures my skin even more
until the needle is more familiar
with my wants....
and gives me less of you.
So go ahead and and talk to me-
it will do nothing, but make
me run through another
round of degrading sedatives.
