l'affaire

 
your arsenic sipped the soul from my veins as a fine bourbon
you sutured my ache with lies
ate from my womb and whispered debauchery there

in my lucid hours, I knew you would leave me
only a menstrual moon light the truth of you
in my happiness, you sorrowed
in my shame, you gloried

a whore's sin my due for playing with the devil
my penance paid while I fellatio darkness
the seed of none my payment

we were going nowhere
with sideways glances you said it all
cheap thrills a quick fix

a mistress of Jack the ripper
you stalk my nights and haunted my days
I craved you like nothing before
your sickness my addiction

by day's light, I would catch my reflection in the mirror
I didn't want to look
I was losing myself to you
inside your opera for the damned, I moan for my salvation

when I thought to leave our affair
you hunt me relentlessly
a slave to our desires
I would serve your every whim
knowing I would starve without you

your affections withheld, I would die
inside my loneliness