Purr, My Sweet

Of all the things you made me do,
And made me see,
This has to be the worst.

You were my cult,
And I was its many devotees.

You made me think,
as the glasses got dirtier,
and the night longer.

The wee hours of the morning,
Came knocking,
and we laughed,
at what remained of us.

We broke down in the mornings,
As we heard songs of bittersweet melancholy.

Reborn at night,
when our demons were left unleashed.

And us,
When it was good, it was great.
and when it was bad, it was still good.

So say those words,
The words that can destroy me,
And resurrect me.

You could dismantle me with a mere flick of a switch.

And love,
sweet love,
I have craved the power you have over me.
For I never had it
neither on the world,
Nor on myself.

So purr, my sweet.
Purr.
Just one more night.