Killer

Fingertips brush against electric thoughts
Impaling my could-have-beens
I saunter towards my cowardly killer
And kiss the space he left in my bed

I fall back into my could-have-beens
As I stumble into a transe...yes
He does want! he does want! he does want!

Me

To belong to him
I allow myself to trickle down his mind
And rest in the spaces inbetween the others

I knew it would come to this, but don't despair
I devote myself to my killer beyond compare