Desperate

 
god, I'm sweating my ache
it has me by the throat
nicotiene stained tears
drown out the abscence of your voice

I worship you in the stillness
I hate your greed that has to fight to fuck
tearing pieces of me out

I'm a cult groupie to your shine
a dizzying array of women adorn your buckle
my color fades somewhere in the background

I take my place among shadows and ghosts
women who have come and gone
have left their mark
I get lost in the haze of women you've loved

when you are done with the disposable girls
your anger greets me with a hardon
my atteration isn't enough

I falling backwards, struggle in the dark of your void
when you spill your emptiness between my legs
and call yourself god