I stare at the eyes
of the man with no face,
his fingers like tendrils
that weave mortal fates.

A long slender tongue,
which doesn't exist,
slides into my mouth
and I cannot resist.

A pitiful yelp,
and a desperate gasp,
serve only to feed
our vile attack.

Into my throat
we continue to ******,
penetrating the mind
while defiling trust.

But I'm no longer me.
With a flick of my wrist,
I dispose of my corpse;
I no longer exist.

I can see you looking from the outside
Pondering, curious of the interior.
You do not enter
Simply because there is no door.

Still interested, you look for another way in
To no avail you sit and wait.
I try hard to help
As four walls become six
And six become eight
But truly in the end,
What difference does it make?

A cup of tea is what we shared
Through sweet exchange of sighs
I want to pour all what I feel
'Hind this ceramic cup
Autumn leaves and puff of air
I try to convey my words
But a gust of wind to my cup of tea
Is all that had occurred.

She's got me involved and needing
One more kiss and I'll be just fine
Let me follow your perfect leading
Wait who's that , I thought you were mine ?
Who cares let's jump the question
The answer spawned from conversation

It's just like a dream I've seen before
You held him again and i wondered why
Everything I did just seemed like a bore
You looked right past and left me to die
I ran after and screamed out your name
How can you say that we're not the same ?

As you held me down and bruised my skin
Tore me apart with a comb in my hair
Watched me shake as it began to thin
Scared of the truth - how about a dare ?
Too dumb to talk - what should I do ?
I think I'm a mute - how about you ?

Let's get off on our minimal trauma
Lame post-dramatic sorrow competitions
Let's dance another dance with Karma
Turn our happiness into contradiction
I'll jot it down and read you a story
Paint out a picture - exist in a memory