Centres: agony

That fallen asleep, escape from freedom in my hand, I awake, crocodile laughter, I’m abandoned to society’s torture, did you knock, I’m bearing their sadistic pleasure, yet they repulse me, and you, dear – I’m jumping only to your satisfied laughter

I dont want de Sade, he’s a spoiler, anyway he’s het, and I’m just for you, I pour over the canticles, I want you to appear like an obsidian goddess, as I wait for my lover, even just the phone to bring me news, but when I awake, I know even less about you, and more about torture

Do you know the beautiful women I refuse? All I could have, but it’s useless, I don’t want them, I refuse cause im stuck in fantasies of you, I don’t even think I can wake up, that which doesn’t heave or sigh, wannabe only desire of you, more beautiful than the rest, who refuses me?

The unsettling thought, did I miss you, is just added pain, did I miss happiness herself, did I miss pain herself, I wonder does that give you, wherever you are, in your absence, a satisfied grin I would love to heave and sigh and kiss,

And damn it I can’t, I’m powerless, and just meeting you was fucking bliss!