with that look in your eyes,
a shiver runs through my blood,
because youll be entranced with yours soon.
and that crazed look will cloud everything else,
as rivulets bind a messed up love.
you say the burn lasts a minute,
then its pure pleasure, a haziness that pure
and dirty, and oh so messed up.
it's the feeling of your thought moving back,
all rationality simply escaping you until next time.
your eyes are gone but you beg me with your arms,
oh god those arms, pieces of flesh that used to be you.
youre still in there, somewhere in a deep and sorrow
full corner of the broken shell that has taken over.
oh god, ill help you.