god damn it

  
I feel your pain as though it were my own
you dance with the knife  
daring it to do its bidding  
   
go deeper darling  
feel the feeling  
every day the same;  
   
pain  
   
you dull it until bed  
and dread awakening    
you know it will be there;    
again to greet you  
   
you count the minutes  
the clock stops for us  
the lonely ones; mad ones  
who cry for the moon  
and we create images in his likeness  
because we must  
   
all to appease the gods  
the gods of lust and desire  
we feel it all so intensely  
we burn with a feeling  
   
to leak it out and just relieve the pressure  
for just a minute  
god damn it for just a minute  
that need that overwhelms  
it demands to be sated  
   
fuck yeah, I beat the beast back  
just for the moment  
he is trapped in the power of my creation