inside the lonely madness

 
I don't want to need you
so I won't allow it
take my pleasantries and be appeased

my essence pulls back
my soul to bear this hurt alone
I ache in the loneliness of being
my suffering an artform I do well

will you yet torture me further?

my madness bane is not for the meek
I've seen many a soul drug under
sanctity on a witches tit
succor given by a hex
some twisted thing

my lunacy is sexual
it masturbates honesties
it will make you feel
things you've yet to understand

lilt the regress
one, two, three and you're there inside me
do you feel the weight of my being,
touching your heady erection?

with welcoming lips
my insanity speaks
she whispers need
to your crave

assaulted bliss is the blending of our pain
flavorful desire appeased if but for a moment