I removed my being from the depths of her warmth,
delved in deeper yet again...
a relentless tightness like I've never felt before.
My hands grew icy cold
as I looked into her unmoving eyes.
a single tear rolling toward her cheek...
Dead she was...
I was compelled to make the final push,
always finish what you start.
I composed myself, lit a cigarette...
hollered to the producer to call an ambulance and roll tape.
Another good swig of Jack Daniels and I continued...
Lament
Lament for my cock
Sore and crucified
I seek to know you
Acquiring soulful wisdom
You can open walls of mystery
Stripshow... (Jim Morrison)