Was it fun to dip you fingers in my pain

Pretty face with hideous intention
Warm smile with razor sharp officiation
Gifts wrapped with high pressure conation
Enough could never mean Enough
Drag me slowly to your cave of hedonism
Ring me with jingle bells
**** me with television tales
Quench you hollowness
Fry my ignorance and feed your emptiness
Your dripping desires of spicy pleasures
You drag me for a hand to hold
You carry me in my time of gold
and you surely know when to run

well well
I was never late to know the time to curb

When was the last time we were friends
Truth began when friends outspaced