How to make friends in the bedroom

"JESUS CHRIST," I yelled,
"GET OUT OF HERE."
And, with that I hurled my empty glass
against the wall and was left alone.

I've been reading too much
of one man, I thought.
But, watching the glass break
and then the fear;
it felt good.

I have been too kind
-on the surface,
I surrounded myself
with people so that I wasn't alone.
But, I was lonely. -I still am.

Life is stripped away
when you engage with the dead
and that is what they are
-most of them.

At face value
they can appear kind,
nicely scented
or look like an excellent fuck,
but inside of them
there is a dusty void.

When you become entwined
with these creatures
life soon stops,
and there is nothing left to do
apart from send them away
-(with the hope that they
haven't tainted everything)-

by any means you can
muster.