As I sleep next to you I watch; shortly I’ll need a hit of scotch. Seems today I can do the things I couldn’t do then; as I stare at you I feel the urge to write in pen.
You awake at night and see; don’t be frightened at the monster who wants to be. You recall the taste of my lip; a taste that drives you to strip. Watching your breathing at night makes me remember; damn, of your state I was once a member. In the days of old I was once a prince; of this one thing you I didn’t have to convince. Don’t be frightened my dear; don’t let the best of you be taken by fear. A monster shadowing your soul now you see; yet I implore you to wait – leave him be.
Scaring you I am...
Scaring you I damn.
What takes me apart is not you; just the bad in me that slowly subdues. There is no doubt that to you good is due; nevertheless this is the only thing I cannot do! The devil in me takes me apart; pray to God that you will never impart! You can’t make this go away; from all my evil you will never sway. Let me be something of what I never own; don’t allow me to become part of those you disown!
Tell me!
Help me!
Though I’m scaring myself I still belong to thee; though I’m preparing myself I still want to be. Your breathe at night gives me a chill; there once was day that I had that blessed thrill. To the undead I do belong my dear; don’t deny me the need to be queer. Your body I will consume; to your soul I will be thee lieu!
Knowing I stand scaring you!
Knowing I embrace scaring you...
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