the fog

 skin fair like january  
heart in bloom like june  
i am wary but her lips are inviting  
eyes so intense that they’re frightening  
her voice like a muse  
her temper a short fuse  
she’s been misused  
i’ll do whatever i have to
 
i know i’m a waste of space  
but i crave the way she tastes  
i tremble as she begins to speak  
i’m gone without a trace  
my chest feels heavy  
my knees get weak  
her eyes reflect the blood on the concrete  
after homicide she commits adultery  
 
not the time or place to take it slow  
feels like a crime to bite skin as soft as snow  
shes stays awake just to watch it grow  
 she begins to shake, her breath is cold  
 she hesitates to grab ahold  
i’m lost but she feels right at home  
i penetrate all the way inside what a sight to behold
 
i look into her eyes as she slits my throat  
blood spills out and i begin to choke  
losing consciousness i feel my body begin to float  
she skins my body & wears it as an overcoat  
 
 no sense of restraint it’s dissolving away  
i’m merely the pray & she is the lioness  
i get cloaked in the fog, concealing the violence  
you’ll be the end of me, just a cog in your machine  
on the verge of death but i’m silently in ecstasy  
marvelous tragedy, i’m not worth saving  
consumes me, she kills me  
this heart you’ve spent your whole life breaking  
is now in your hand, it’s yours for the taking