How can I be myself if you are my vampire? I can never sleep at night. The windows won’t stay closed. You come and go as you please when I am in my pajamas, such as they are A tee shirt and underpants You are always trying to mesmerize me But it is you who is really Always you
Who can blame you? It must be complete torture to look at me And feel me But never possess me If you could only eat me.
If you were my Siamese twin I would **** you Can you imagine? I would hack you off with no qualms Or saw slowly, it doesn’t much matter Even if I bled out You are a quagmire.
An existence always with you You knowing me better than I know myself Listening to my thoughts Stealing everything and thinking it’s yours I am not you And you are not me We are not a we I am not the key to your survival You, a peculiar abscess That faces me and holds a conversation That wants to do this or that The endless talking.
The windows closed The heavy curtains drawn Me in my underwear I’d watch you while you slept Thinking about crosses and solutions