She laid herself beside me.
I had no idea whether I wanted to fuck her
Or make love to her for her eyes dreary
Made me dream of things I once wished I had.
Her thick lips were as red as it gets
And between those lips, she whispered
A melody of my heart,
With her warm breath, upon my neck.
Not a spot of her body was cold
And her deadly warm hands on my chest
Were there to kill me kindly
As though she was a sweet murderer
Of heartless men like me.
She laid her dreary eyes upon me
And an irresistible yearning took control of me.
The rest is history.
I woke up come morning,
She did not.
No sweet warmth was left for my redemption.
Both our souls were lost that day,
But I kept breathing, somehow.
I still seek desperately for my soul,
Yet, cold I find, or nothing at all.
