It’s madness in my mind,
with bloodstained sheets
and daydreams of red wine,
tablets to tongue so sweet.
None of it makes sense,
the longings for touch,
the pain, the pleasure – wince,
oh the dream’s too much.
I can feel her breath,
hot against the side of my ear,
razor stained by my death,
with a doe-eyed look of fear.
She’s here, she’s there…where?
So close, so far, her candy kiss,
beg for forever, oh don’t dare!
Her arms, locked around me – I miss!
She’s life and death, my heart’s desire,
my angel, my demon, the mirror’s reflection,
a marvelous tragedy fueling my fire,
I’m only half post dissection…