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 ****
Sore and crucified
I seek to know you
Acquiring soulful wisdom
You can open walls of mystery
Stripshow... (Jim Morrison)