The Gorgon & the Key

Open up your eyes, look at my face,
To truely see what is hidden,
You must first gaze apon the sicophantic half truths.
Then the translulant liquid lies that cower beneath my skin.

Rub the lotion in or else they'll find the bruizes again.

The sin of unbridled passion and a bloodied black lust,
There is nothing sweeter then tangeled sheets &
red stained thighs,
Nothing sweeter then the dull ache of past indescretions.

Skull still pounding from the painfully intrusive sun.
Hands shaking ever still, over indulgence, lacklusture sleep.

Is this love? This feeling of absolute horror...
Is this love? This feeling of uncleanness...

That follows the touch of his loving knives.
Is this love? This loathing of me and mine?