Doth I Protest

Look into the ball of time
How it circles in a rhythm of ecstasy?
I wonder, if there is any symmetry
In the little eye I see whirling beside me
Two large eyes, blue, green,
Staring into the void,
Undressing me in the silence of all this turmoil
Wear me low, abuse me slow,
Polaroid curses, black tattoos of sorrow

Mark me too…
Love me too…

Look into the ball of crime
How it sins in the camisoles of disgrace?
I sit to wonder, if there is anymore left to lose
In the soft meshes of these linen lies
Two pleasures eating away at my soul, guilt, vanity,
Copulating in the reeking shadows of this brothel
Kiss me with your teeth, buried into the layers of my many skins
Make me bleed some more, bruise me brighter,
Seductive cuts, purple bends of regret

Fuck me too…
Don’t leave me too…