Soap & Rum.

In this pit.  
Only filthy love is made.  
Through sweat & candle wax  
In dark rooms,  
Love dripping down the neck of salty flesh.  
Those who go in  
This pit.  
Never Fully  
Comes Back.  
&  
How could they?  
For in this house  
They tame the angles of debauchery  
The sheep  
Know their place amongst wolves.  
Yes these sheep  
Know how to treat one.  
 
I have never known the sheep to  
Crawl to a wolf  
 until this spiteful pit.  
Yes these sheep love carelessly.  
As they should.