One for the encounter
One for the false fame
Two for the shame of loosing at her own game.
One more to make it look pretty.

How did you get those scars?
Better think of something witty.

She watches the hurt ooze out in crimson streams
She bites into the pillow that muffled her screams
Ah, the sting, it brings her pleasure
The rusty smell of blood is something she treasures
Look how each **** lay gracefully upon her thigh
When she gazes upon them she gets a euphoric high

The razor glides smoothly upon her supple skin
That one wasn't deep enough
Better go over it again.

She claws and digs until the hurt in her heart has disappeared
Then she stares at her masterpiece
A poetic type of weird

One day he'll come along
And kiss the scars she's engraved in her skin
Tell her she's beautiful and deserves more than this sin
She'll dig her fingers into his flesh
And get a release that they'll share
She will be his every care

Love will be the only thing that oozes out
And she will finally know what all the fuss was about

They have watered the street,
It shines in the glare of lamps,
Cold, white lamps,
And lies
Like a slow-moving river,
Barred with silver and black.
Cabs go down it,
One,
And then another,
Between them I hear the shuffling of feet.
Tramps doze on the window-ledges,
Night-walkers pass along the sidewalks.
The city is squalid and sinister,
With the silver-barred street in the midst,
Slow-moving,
A river leading nowhere.

Opposite my window,
The moon cuts,
Clear and round,
Through the plum-coloured night.
She cannot light the city:
It is too bright.
It has white lamps,
And glitters coldly.

I stand in the window and watch the
moon.
She is thin and lustreless,
But I love her.
I know the moon,
And this is an alien city.

If I never see the sun again I'll be all right
The light of your smile will last a million years
It'll guide my way
Even on the darkest of days, it'll never lead me astray.

If I never hear my favorite song another time I'll be all right
The sound of your voice will echo in my ears
It'll calm my heart and ease my fears
When the silence gets too loud, I'll squeeze my eyes and listen to your hymn

If I never feel the warmth of my mother's touch again
The benevolence of your hug will carry me for countless hours
It'll keep my toes toasty and my mind nimble
When the air around me gets cold, your arms will melt me

If I never taste another fresh raspberry for as long as I live
It's ok because your lips are sweeter than the sweetest berry
They'll kiss away the pain
Even if they spill sour words, I'll lick them clean while I wait in vain

If I never smell a rose in the spring time air
It'll be just fine
I swear, if the only scent I breathe in is the aroma of you
When I swallow air filled with you I'll let of a sigh of relief

My senses are lost in the medley of you  
Intoxicating
Vibrating
Earthshaking
Body aching
My senses are lost in the medley of you

You are beside me.
Silent and steady.
I am not alone.
I wish I can hold you, elusive.
With daylight, you are gone.
Moonlight on my bed.

Your body writhing.
Breathing, sparsely pinstriped with gasps and kisses.
Drawing curves already there, perpetual perfection.

Lustful passion, glazed with yearning, crowned with jealousy, jaded with affection.
A constellation of emotions, collapsing with just one whisper.

Here I stand again in this broken town
Where my face turns up and I turn down
Here in the streets of home I'm bound
Tracing our names carved into the ground
You I see under each streetlamp's fire
You I made a crown from copper wire
Each gust of air whispers into my ear
Your name; I write it with every tear
I wanted to be your strength, your queen
Yet for all those mistakes I made unseen
You paid in full, though I tried to give
Myself for you-my life so you would live
I wanted to remove your pain and sorrow
For I felt it too, and it stripped each tomorrow
Of the hope felt in our endless coast
Where once life was what we made most
Little I cherish what has happened to me
I've endured such you should never see
It matters not, and naught that I care
Except for making these days you bear
Less difficult, and much I will find
To do for you, to make clocks unwind
I will spin you those lost ribbons of gold
The little worlds that went untold
I know them all, my memory's treasure
Though my sadness comes from pleasure
I will always remember what was true
All our moments and our failures, too
And the night when my lips faded to blue
I realized, there was no me before you.