Hate, anger, frustration, How does one survive? Confusion, distraught, depression. Why even be alive? Screaming, running, sobbing, Everyone is swarming. Yelling, crying, dying. Does someone really care? I sit alone now, all by Myself with no one else. They've all left again for good, And I am once again stag. I only have friends when They need a place to hide. Does that make them love me? "My basement's always open. . ." I sit alone again and howling, For the friends I wish I had, But will never see. All I get are words, in threes. They speak to me softly, Worry in their faces. Do they care? Or is Their worry worthless? It hurts at the end, As we all know, but After that we don't Know how to go. Dante once said that sinners go Where it is dark and dank, And in the hot below, Down where Hades rules. But do we know Where people go After their seclusion Has got to them. Why stay here where it's sad, When you can live happy, No longer alone, No longer afraid.

They call it an affair, I say its beneficial...watch the crust of her soul turn into shambles with every indulgence. The weak ears of her labia and the orgasmic brain works twined with her bullseye tempered by organs of destruction. We believed in living on the edge, but forgot this after every touch and kiss. Mind playing tricks, body drumming for immense attachment and moans of the beloved peoples chants in agony of being held hostage. Turn a blind eye to the daft, however misunderstanding the lines which lie flawless on you with every tap to the core which keeps us mobile. I, we positioned ourselves secretively in one mind-set to reach our destinations without reverting nor revolting, as one emerges the other racing to be parallel yet the journey seems beyond the end. Apathy of pain will deduce the hinges of horns in battle for ground and advantage yet one rows alone in one motion and peak point is reached with every turn!

Like a rumble in the distance all day, thoughts of fear and pleasure, of playtime, fill my mind until the thundering in my ears becomes a moist downpour below. My preparation becomes a meditation. Indeed you are as a God to me.  Body ripe with expectation of being delightful enough to hold, strong enough to hurt.  You become a singularity of focus on all that is feminine, power and dominance energizing a universe of obedient sensuality found simmering under the quiet surface.  My resolve to satisfy your requests, erotic demands, peaks as tingling I feel your eyes devour my flesh, savoring each inch with appetite ferocious yet controlled.  Now as the reckoning arrives, intently I listen to your every move, my own stillness, my resource.  The heavy breath and occasional sighing from your lips, my reward.  Cool metal clasps my skin but devotion locks my arms on to your legs. Blind love, blindfolded,  considers how sides collide to form the woman whose pain I carry, unraveling complication.  Revealing worlds unseen by others we create games together like childhood playmates in shadows, edges are met, lines crossed, boundaries blur.  In the light, your words of love are a meal to my heart, but here, a sting from your hand is my soul's nourishment.  For I am chosen by You and belong to none other.  In this place, our twisted exchange, is as necessary for me as for you.  When my tongue is sharp and responses slow, know I am called to your punishment for completion.  Satisfaction running down my uhm... and coursing through my veins, I am ever drawn to Your eyes which lock me, your arms which hold me and your words which drown my fears.