I howl with maddening laughter inside the silky velvet moonlight.
A stale joke crudely coats a bitter reality that cripples and berates me,
but most funny of all is that I'd still happily be your idle plaything.



I am a slave bound to your kindred soul in a tight black leather knot.
Your absence strips me down to just a forlorn stain to your minds bedsheets,
and now a new stranger now fills my old tidy little niche.



These skin deep conversations with you cut my through my ears like razors.
Unspoken words tear me open and leaves me exposed to the vultures,
but soon I will no longer be nailed down by rage or be chained by jealousy.



I offer you the sweet release of finally laying our old sins down to rest.
To finally soothe the onset of blooming resentment between troubled hearts,
and lift off this lead weight crushing my chest  and say I forgive you.