dream and fantasize. Slave to your desire, you'll buy anything. Curse and criticize. middle-aged and at your door. and they're selling you the son of God.
she's all weak and her heart beats so. she can't speak with the lights so low. . just to be one of a crowd. feet scuttling across the floor. spinning lights round and round.
In time she might see how foolish she was for leaving me. Might take a bruise or two before she longs for my abuse. Running away was easy, I guess, but you left my mind a sloppy mess.