can't be a whore and a housewife [right?]

painfully human
like a disease
to which there is
no cure
but the grave
my gateway
to sulfur laced
escape

craving the illusion
of tender loving care
that everyone paints
with a dopey smile
of adoration

fellow lonely hearts
whoring ourselves
to fill the cold spot
on the bed
and the bare lips
fervently pleading
for true love's kiss

getting naked
unable to undress my heart
pushed up against a wall
but not strong enough
to break through it
I want to love you
I want to hold you

but my wandering eyes
and gypsy soul
dance away with my heart
in a reckless tango to the death
tangled in a heap
of clothes on the floor
mindlessly high
diseased

like an STD in my heart



*disclaimer* "getting naked but unable to undress my heart" is a song lyric borrowed from  "Private Parts" by Halestorm